The butler was full of excitement, even more enthusiastic than before.
Yu Mo nodded.
He knew which bedroom Jing Shasha was staying in.
Jing Shasha was a chatterbox.
When they were together, even if he didn't speak a word, Jing Shasha could passionately talk for half an hour.
If it were someone else, they'd certainly find it annoying.
But he had been ignored since childhood, and it was the first time someone focused on him, always surrounding him, willing to discuss both big and small things.
He didn't dislike this feeling.
On the contrary, he quite liked it.
In the months they were together, Jing Shasha talked in detail about her family's situation, both inside and out, to Yu Mo, sometimes even attaching photos.
The Jing family, Yu Mo had never visited.
Yet he wasn't unfamiliar with the place at all.
This house, through Jing Shasha's descriptions and photos, was vividly etched in his mind.
Soon, he and the butler stood outside Jing Shasha's bedroom door.
