Luo Qiao was not surprised at all, she was already very familiar with the footsteps.

She turned towards the stairs.

The huge black figure of Huang Huang soon appeared in front of her. It ran to a place two steps away from Luo Qiao and stopped, wagging its tail at her.

Nangong Huang once told him not to get too close to Luo Qiao.

Because although Luo Qiao was not as afraid of it as before, he still did not dare to get too close to it.

Tonight, Luo Qiao took two steps forward and came to Huanghuang. She stretched out her right hand tentatively and said, "Huanghuang, can I touch you?"

Huanghuang looked at her with kind eyes.

Luo Qiao carefully touched Huanghuang's head. Huanghuang rubbed it against her palm.

The palms of her hands were itchy and warm. Luo Qiao knew that Huanghuang had regarded her as a member of the family.

In the past few days, she had been keeping a distance from Huanghuang. Tonight, after learning about the terrible things that had happened in this building, she suddenly felt more at ease when she saw Huanghuang again, and she no longer felt scared staying in this haunted house.

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Luo Qiao took Huanghuang to the kitchen to have dinner and then went upstairs to rest.

The current second floor is very neat.

Luo Qiao reasonably arranged various utensils based on Nangong Huang and Huang Huang's living habits. They finally respected the fruits of her labor.

As usual, Luo Qiao took out her computer and read some information for a while. Then she hugged the quilt and hid in the innermost corner of the room to sleep.

Nangong Huang hasn't come back yet, and she and Huang Huang are the only ones in the room.

Luo Qiao was used to Nangong Huang coming home late, and was also used to waking up in the morning and finding her sleeping on Nangong Huang's bed.

She just couldn't figure out why this was happening.

Obviously she has never had any problem with sleepwalking.

Luo Qiao curled up in the quilt, tossing and turning, and it took a long time before he gradually fell asleep.

Late at night, the door on the first floor was slowly opened, and Nangong Huang came in from the door.

He closed the door and walked step by step towards the depths of the living room.

The wall lamp stretched his shadow long and cast it on the floor and walls. His steps seemed a little tired.

He walked to the niche and looked at Professor Gong's photo.

After a while, he said softly: "Grandpa, I already have some clues. Don't worry, I know what to do."

He walked upstairs with heavy steps, and saw the figure huddled in the corner from a distance, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

Since having Lojo, when I come home at night, the house is always a little more lively.

Although, almost every night, when he got home, she was already asleep.

Nangong Huang took his nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a hot bath to wash away his fatigue.

He went back upstairs, poured some red wine into a tall glass, and carried it to the balcony.

The cool night breeze blew his black hair and long clothes.

Ahead, the lake shimmered under the streetlights and moonlight.

The shimmering light flickered in the wind, flickering out blurry shadows.

He seemed to see a young woman being forced to leave her home, holding her little child in her hand.

Nangong Huang stood on the balcony for a long time and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He returned to the room and closed the curtains to block out the night.

He did not go directly to the pink blue mat where he slept, but went to the corner of the room, squatted down in front of the sleeping Lojo.

Luo Qiao was sleeping soundly, with a sleeping face like a baby under his long messy hair.

However, the lights seemed to be too bright tonight, which made her frown.
Chapter completed!