Chatper 1187 (1/2)

Yan Yinuo held the fruit knife in his hand and carefully looked at the room upstairs.

Where will that person be?

What is his purpose in coming today?

To make sure that the heart his daughter needed was intact?

As soon as this thought came out, Yan Yinuo felt a deep anger.

She pushed open a certain door, walked in with a serious face, searched around, but found no one.

"Not here?" Yan Yinuo withdrew and looked at other rooms.

Two or three in a row, all with the same result, and I didn't see that one person.

Finally, come to the only study room.

"I know you're here, come out!" With a low growl, Yan Yinuo slammed the door open.

In the huge study room, there are a lot of books in it. There is a white cup on the table. The coffee in it is warm, and the heat has not completely dissipated.

Walking to the table and testing it with his hands, Yan Yinuo's mouth slowly smiled.

Sure enough, here, that person.

Perhaps hiding in a corner? Or maybe, just left?

She believed more in the former.

"Since you're here, why hide?" She looked around and her voice was cold and piercing.

Anyway, she is not a match for the person behind the scenes, so why hide?

In the empty room, her voice was particularly ethereal.

But Yan Yinuo waited for a few minutes, but no one came out.

Angry in her heart, she swept the cup of coffee vigorously, "Hiding so tightly, are you afraid that I will go to the police after knowing your true face?"

With a "clang", the cup fell with a sound, and the coffee-colored liquid inside spilled onto the table, wet, along the table, and then onto the large leather chair.

Yan Yinuo didn't realize it, and searched back and forth in the study, trying to find the figure of that person.

"Let me see, where can you hide!" She roared angrily, pushing aside the heavy curtains, but there was no figure behind her as she expected.

Yan Yinuo threw down the curtain angrily, and turned his gaze to the black bookshelf, there might be someone hiding behind it.

She turned around and walked towards the bookshelf step by step.

The sound of heavy footsteps was exceptionally clear in the middle of the night, as if stepping on someone's heart, heavy and dull.

Yan Yinuo's footsteps stopped, and she saw a black hem about two bookshelves away.

Slowly, a smile appeared on her face.

Sure enough... someone.

He thought it could be hidden here?

Suddenly, she rushed over with big strides, just about to see the true face of that person.

"Wow..." Downstairs, a sharp cry suddenly pierced Yan Yinuo's eardrum.

She paused, turned her head vigorously, and looked in the direction of the door.

The crying of a child is so piercing.

"Baby..." Yan Yinuo froze, and suddenly ran out of the door.

She had just walked to the stairs, and there was a man in black clothes and sunglasses in the living room, carrying a basket in his hand, and the cry of the child came from there.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Yinuo held the stairs with his hand and asked the person downstairs loudly.

Although the outside was covered with a gray cloth, the child's cries could not be concealed.