At the word, Nian Xiaomu stood up from her chair, lifted her steps and was ready to go in.
As soon as she took a step, a large hand had already clasped her wrist, and she twisted her head to meet Yu Yuehan’s dark, sunken eyes, which were endless.
His voice was a little cold, with the usual coolness: “What are you panicking about? Even I forgot to wait.”
Nian Xiaomu: “……”
His tall body, quickly followed by standing up, his long legs striding, walked to her side.
Faintly, he hooked his lips, “Now you can go in.”
Nian Xiaomu: “……”
Ice lump.
Or an arrogant lump of ice.
After being interrupted by him like this, Nian Xiaomu’s somewhat suppressed emotions suddenly became less uncomfortable.
Yu Yuehan walked in front, and she followed behind.
Letting him pull her along, she walked towards Xing Li’s room.
In the blink of an eye, she walked to the door of the room that the Xing family’s second aunt had mentioned.
Reaching out, she pushed open the door of the room.
With a glance put in, the room, a cold and clear aura, permeated from inside.
It carried a hint of the musty smell unique to old houses.
Although the Xing family’s second uncle and second aunt were not capable of anything, they were presumably mindful of the benefits of the Xing family couple and had no children of their own, so they were really good to Xing Li.
In contrast to the empty living room, Xing Li’s room had a few decent pieces of furniture.
A neatly tidied bed.
A shabby dressing table with a few bottles of daily skincare products and some small jewellery that girls like.
None of it looked, well, expensive.
Next to it was a wardrobe.
One side of the cupboard door was open, and a freshly changed skirt was hanging on it ……
Nian Xiaomu walked up, picked the skirt up and narrowed her eyes.
“This is the one that Xing Li wore when she was at the Yu family villa before.”
In other words, she had also changed her clothes after being sent back to the Xing family before she left.
Looking at it this way, the likelihood of her being held hostage would be much lower.
Nian Xiaomu swept a glance at the clothes in her wardrobe.
They were very ordinary.
It looked like they were all bought casually, none of the big brand clothes.
The Xing family’s downward spiral was not a pretence.
It was no wonder that each and every one of the Xing family hated her so much.
In their opinion, that fire of Xing Xing had not only burned their brother and sister-in-law to death, but also burned up their glory and wealth.
“What do you want to find, I will help you.” Yu Yuehan walked behind her and looked at Nian Xiaomu who had been staring at the wardrobe, his thin lips slightly opened.
Hearing his voice, Nian Xiaomu jerked back to her senses.
Reaching up, she rubbed her chin and muttered.
“I was just wondering, if I wasn’t Xing Li, hiding a secret in my heart that I couldn’t tell, what would I keep in mind? And where would I hide it if I had evidence?”
Nian Xiaomu said, raising her head and surveying the modest room.
Xing Li’s room was empty, almost as empty as the living room, except for a few pieces of furniture.
As she looked around, she still found the wardrobe in front of her the most suspicious, which was why she had been studying the contents.
“Come here.” Yu Yuehan pulled her to her side and stepped forward himself, his long, slender fingers slightly bent in two and knocked twice on the old wardrobe door.
Then, changing position again, he knocked.
“You think there will be a hidden compartment?” Nian Xiaomu glanced at his movement and quickly reacted.
It was also right.
The Xing family’s second aunt looked like she loved Xing Li a lot, and should come in often to help Xing Li clean up her room.
If Xing Li hid anything in the wardrobe, it would be discovered accidentally.
Unless there was a hidden compartment!
“Knock, knock–” Yu Yuehan’s hand, just knocked a little inside, and immediately two different sounds, came out.
