"I heard the first monk they caught was spotted by someone from Rocket Class. He was on the same bus as them! They noticed something was wrong with him, so the driver held him there and called the police."
Qin Shiyue and Shen Luoluo exchanged a smile, keeping their part in it to themselves.
When the two reached their class's breakfast table, Chen Jiashu was already eating. One person was missing from his side.
"Where's Qi Yang?" Qin Shiyue asked him.
Chen Jiashu set down his soy milk. "He took leave and went home. His grandfather said something had come up and asked him to come back."
As for what he had gone back for, the two exchanged a glance. Neither needed to say it.
If he had been called home so urgently, it had to be about that matter.
Consumption of a Deceased Wife (Minor Revision)
◎Consumption of a Deceased Wife (Minor Revision)◎
The Qi family's ancestral home.
Since the previous night, everyone in the house had sensed that the atmosphere was heavier and more oppressive than usual. They had begun moving quietly as they worked, afraid that one careless sound might disturb the people inside.
Now, in the living room, the atmosphere was even more stifling.
Several people sat there, yet no one spoke. Old Master Qi sat in the center of the sofa, an ebony cane in his hand. His face betrayed nothing, and his presence commanded respect. Until he spoke, no one else dared to.
It was Aunt Zhou, the nanny coming downstairs, who finally broke the tension.
"Old Master, will the young master be staying here when he comes back today?" Everyone else looked grave, but she was beaming, as happy as if her own son were coming home. "If he is, I'll go clean