When he returned to his room, he found signs that it had been ransacked.
Only one scrap of waste paper he had used for practicing calligraphy was missing.
Qi Shan seemed to think of something. A scornful, contemptuous snort escaped his lips, and a chilling gleam filled his eyes. His Killing Intent was fully exposed.
In the blink of an eye, his face returned to its usual blank expression.
Mew~~~
The tiny Su Shang pawed at his hem.
He lowered his head and met those dewy, green eyes. Their owner mewed softly, as if asking Qi Shan where he had been all day. Qi Shan bent down and picked him up, smiling as he touched the tip of his nose to Su Shang's little nose.
"Su Shang, did you miss Father?"
The cat couldn't understand human speech and only clawed at his sleeve.
Qi Shan laughed helplessly. "All right, all right. That nose of yours is sharp—you really can sniff me out no matter where I hide. Go on, eat up. Don't bother Father for now. Tomorrow I'll take you to live in our new home."
As he spoke, he took some dried fish he had bought at the market from his sleeve.
Qi Shan first scooped Su Shang's litter, then packed his bags.
He had just tied up the bundle when hurried footsteps sounded outside. The old woman cried anxiously, "Young Master Qi, something's wrong—"
"What's wrong?"
The old woman was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead.
She grabbed Qi Shan's wrist and tried to lead him out through the back door.
"A group of people came outside. They specifically asked for you by name, Young Master."
Qi Shan pulled his hand free. When she tried again and failed, he said, "Don't panic. Old Madam, please stay