Skylark Terrace

The Mo Group could not have reached this point without the support of everyone here, let alone the blessings of the ancestors of the Mo family—— When he mentioned the words "ancestors and ancestors", he caught a glimpse of the security captain squeezing in from the side door. He is a veteran, and he usually doesn't panic when the sky falls. The expression on his face at this moment was like seeing a ghost. He held up his mobile phone and gestured desperately towards Mo Yuan. Mo Yuan paused for a moment, and a brief electric noise came from the microphone. The whole place fell silent, and everyone's eyes followed his line of sight to the side door. The security captain turned the phone screen around. Monitoring screenshots. Outside the group gate, under the streetlight, stood a woman. Moon-white cheongsam, hair tied with wooden hairpins, back straight. There was a closed glass door in front of her and an empty street behind her. She just stood there, not knocking or leaving, like a forgotten statue at the door. Mo Yuan recognized that face. The champagne glass in his hand slipped from his fingers. The glass hit the marble floor, shattering into a piercing white light, and the wine splashed onto his polished leather shoes. He didn't care at all. He pushed This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.