Under the dim streetlight, Su Zhicheng's tall figure stood stiff.
His brows were furrowed, lost in thought.
Mu Shaochen waved at him, "I'm heading back. You should go inside."
Su Zhicheng managed a rigid "Hmm" in response.
Mu Shaochen got into his car, and before he could close the door, a call came in, "Sir, Su Qing has run away."
"How did she escape? Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her?"
Mu Shaochen asked sternly.
On the other end of the phone, Lei Dong answered, "We've been monitoring her; we didn't expect her to disguise herself as a maid and slip away."
"Disguise?"
Feeling Su Zhicheng's gaze, Mu Shaochen looked up at him.
"Her makeup was done too well, and she was wearing a wig..."
"Find her immediately."
"Yes, sir."
After hanging up, Mu Shaochen told Su Zhicheng, "Your sister ran away."
"She's not my sister anymore."
Su Zhicheng denied with displeasure.
Mu Shaochen corrected himself, "Su Qing ran away."
