The clock on the wall wasn't going to stop. The long and thin pointer had wandered around for countless circles, but Cen Xiaoxi still did n' t come back.
A slight sound came from the floor. From far to near, Shen Qian'an looked over.
A white sweeping robot came out of nowhere. It was slowly moving towards the living room, dragging its adorable body.
Just as it was about to reach the Shen Qian'an, he saw clearly that there was a yellow post-it on its round body.
Frowning in confusion, Shen Qian'an sat up straight. As the sweeping robot passed by his feet, he bent down and stretched out his hand to tear off the suspicious-looking convenience post.
On the yellow paper, there were a few bold words written," Shen Qian'an, I' m leaving. Don't remember."
It was her handwriting!
Shen Qian'a
