Lian Xinying did not turn on the light, and walked towards the bedroom door by the moonlight coming through the window.
She didn't know what time it was now, nor did she care.
After tiptoeing to the door, she gently pulled it open and stepped out.
Usually, other than the bedroom, Yan Ye most often stayed in the study.
She was heading to the study now, even if Yan Ye wasn't there, she wanted to go there to take a look.
To see if she could find even a trace of a clue.
As she pushed open the door of the study, a scent of books immediately wafted over.
After turning on the light, Lian Xinying felt an indescribable discomfort as she observed the empty room.
Walking over to the long office desk, Lian Xinying looked at his closed laptop and neatly arranged files, which showed no signs of being disturbed.
Her eyes slightly sore, her fingertips pressed against the desk, she quickly curled up, feeling weak, she lowered her eyes and saw the safe under the table.
