In the early morning, in Huo Jinxi's study, Mu Qian sat in the darkness and drank her last sip of coffee.

The window of Huo Jinxi's study room was facing Lin Su's home, which was the best place to observe. By this time, Mu Qian felt that it was almost done.

She yawned and was about to get up and leave, but a ray of light suddenly appeared from the corner of her eyes.

Mu Qian walked to the window in surprise and clearly saw that the window of a room in Lin Su's house lit up.

Mu Qian looked at the time, at three o'clock in the morning.

It is reported that there were no servants in Lin Su's family or stayed overnight at the hour.

In other words, Lin Su himself must be the one who turns on the lights at this moment.

Mu Qian stood quietly behind the window and stared at the orange light, watching the time.

Ten minutes passed and the lights did not go out.

Twenty minutes passed and the lights did not go out.

Thirty minutes later, Mu Qian looked down at the time, and when he raised his head, the light went out.

At three o'clock in the morning, when most people should sleep well, Lin Su turned on the lights in a room in the house for a full thirty minutes.

Mu Qian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night, she did not tell the truth to Huo Jinxi.

The reason why she approached Lin Su was not to investigate insider trading, but to investigate the truth about Lin Su's wife Jiang Lan being murdered.

Two years ago, Jiang Lan, the wife of Lin Su, a wealthy businessman in Tongcheng, was murdered to death at home. The police soon caught the murderer Liang Dong. Although Liang Dong had always insisted that he was wronged, Liang Dong was quickly convicted because of his motives, physical evidence and personal evidence, and died in prison several months later due to an acute illness.

But Mu Qian believed in Liang Dong's innocence, so she chose to return to Tongcheng and start from scratch.

And she believed that the closer she got to Lin Su, the closer she would be to the truth.

Perhaps the three-am lights are part of the truth?

Because in these thirty minutes, Mu Qian sat in Huo Jinxi's study until dawn, observing the house opposite.

But nothing happened again.

Until seven o'clock in the morning, she saw Lin Su's driver arrive, and then Lin Su went out and got into the car.

Mu Qian kept hiding behind the window, watching the car drive away, but still stood there motionlessly, thinking about the secrets in the house opposite.

It was not until a slight sound came from behind that Mu Qian came to her senses. When she turned her head, she saw Huo Qiran standing at the door in neat clothes, looking at her quietly.

Only then did Mu Qian realize that Huo Jinxi did not return overnight.

...

After leaving, Mu Qian took Huo Qiran to a hot dog shop on the street.

The hot dog shop was crowded during the morning rush hour. Mu Qian bought two drinks and two hot dogs. She couldn't find a seat, so she just stood at the door of the store and started eating.

Huo Qiran obviously hadn't eaten this kind of street food much, and he didn't know how to sip it in his hand for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qian looked at him while eating, "A man, you're eating big chews, why are you shy?"

After hearing this, Huo Qiran was silent for a moment and started eating in big mouthfuls - this was completely different from the breakfast he usually ate, but it was really delicious.

Mu Qian smiled with satisfaction, faced the eyes of pedestrians, and ate the hot dog in his hand on his own.

The woman who hasn't slept all night and has no makeup in the morning. She is holding rough food like a hot dog, but she eats gracefully. She occasionally looks at the exquisite and beautiful little boy next to her, one big and one small, as if she is shooting street pictorials.

In the car next to the street, the driver who picked up and dropped off Huo Qiran looked at this scene and sighed at a loss.

After sending Huo Qiran to school, Mu Qian returned to his nest, simply packed up some changes in laundry and daily necessities, and soon returned to Huo Jinxi's villa.

She set up a small camera in Huo Jinxi's study, facing Lin Su's house, and supervising the movements in the house day and night on her behalf.

After the arrangement, Mu Qian sat in the living room and looked at the relevant information about the case. The information was complicated and she analyzed and recorded it one by one. After a few hours, she finally lost her energy and fell on the desk and fell asleep.

It was not until the sound of opening and closing the door came from the room that Mu Qian woke up suddenly. He raised his head and saw Huo Qiran and the driver standing at the entrance with his schoolbag on his back.

Huo Qiran looked at her sitting on the carpet with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qian asked.

The driver smiled and replied: "You didn't pick him up in the afternoon. He might have thought you were gone and was not very happy."

Mu Qian then stood up and walked over to help Huo Qiran take off his schoolbag. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep accidentally. I will definitely pick you up after school tomorrow!"

After hearing this, Huo Qiran had no statement and walked to the sofa silently and sat down.

"Let's do it!" Mu Qian patted his head to show kindness, "I'll treat you to delicious food tonight. What do you want to eat? How about pizza? I know that a durian pizza is very good. Do you eat durian?"

Before Huo Qiran could express his opinion, the driver had already spoken: "Miss Mu, Mr. Huo doesn't like the smell of durian very much."

"It's not for him to eat. Who cares whether he likes it or not?" Mu Qian said, looking at Huo Qiran, "Is it okay to just eat this?"

Huo Qiran was quiet for a moment and nodded quickly.

Forty minutes later, the fragrance of durian was wafting in the room.

Mu Qian sat on the carpet next to the coffee table while eating pizza while reading information, while Huo Qiran sat next to her, eating pizza while doing homework.
Chapter completed!