Ning An originally had some feelings for this place, but when he heard Mo Xiu's words, he became furious again.

He's really choking when it comes to talking.

"I know, I just called you to tell you, take care and see you later." Ning An suppressed his temper.

"You annoying guy is finally leaving."

"..." Ning An gritted his teeth and swallowed the words "fuck you", "Goodbye."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a woman's delicate voice on the other end, charming and enchanting: "Mr. Mo, I will feed you this wine."

Before Ning An could hang up the phone, Mo Xiu had already hung up the phone.

Ning An has never been so angry with someone. She has been a good girl since she was a child, but she almost cursed in front of Mo Xiu several times.

Ning An put down the phone and drank a few sips of boiled water to suppress the anger in his body.

I wanted to leave immediately, but I also wanted to prove something.

She sat on the sofa, her mind confused.

Now, she can take in the Mo family's living room. The design here is extremely exquisite, and the abstract paintings hanging on the walls are also unique.

Because Mo Xiu had difficulty moving around, his bedroom, study and most of the activities were on the first floor. Ning An seemed to think of something, so she ran towards his study.

Mo Xiu is not in the habit of working at home. There is no privacy in the study, only some simple items.

The bookshelves are filled with a dazzling array of books!

No matter how a person changes, his living habits will not change, let alone habits that have been developed for twenty or thirty years.

There were all kinds of books on the bookshelf. As expected, Ning An saw a monograph on architecture among a bunch of financial, business, and literary works, which was exactly the same as the book Song Shaoyan read.

Ning An didn't want to explore this fact, but the truth seemed to emerge in front of her little by little, pulling her and leading her to explore.

Architectural design is Song Shaoyan's biggest hobby.

She didn't believe that Mo Xiu also liked this, so there was only one truth behind this coincidence...

Ning An's hands were clenched into fists, his pupils were constricted, and he had a splitting headache.

Why does she want to explore this again? Why didn't she just leave? Why didn't she leave...

To his surprise, Ning An saw a copy of Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" among a row of literary works. This book was different from the books next to it. This book was very old, just like the tie, it had experienced

Vicissitudes and time.

Ning An's hands trembled and her face turned pale. She stood on tiptoes and tried to get the poetry book.

"The Collection of Flying Birds"...

Countless fragments flashed through my mind.

One day during French class, she was late and hurried over with a pile of books.

I accidentally bumped into senior Song Shaoyan who was also going to class.

The book in his hand was also knocked to the ground by her.

He frowned, looked at her, and then at the book she dropped on the ground, which didn't move.

Ning An apologized repeatedly and knelt down to pick up the book on the ground.

When she was a student, she was shy and panicked when she met someone she liked. She hurriedly picked up the books on the floor and hurried to the classroom. She accidentally missed a copy of "The Collection of Birds".

It was several days before she came to her senses. She was too embarrassed to ask Song Shaoyan for it, and she wasn't sure if Song Shaoyan had picked it up. Maybe he didn't even bother to pick up her things.

The "Collection of Flying Birds" written by Mo Xiu is very old, as if it was written many years ago.
Chapter completed!