He clicked on the various software icons on the screen in order. In the photo album, he saw a few photos of a family of three, and the rest were mostly landscapes. Mu Tingzhou's heart stopped, and he continued to scroll down. Soon it was the turn of the address book, rows and rows.

Almost all people's names are followed by their profession, director, and screenwriter. Except for a few relative titles, Xiao Zhao is one of the few people without any remarks.

I looked at it from top to bottom, and from bottom to top. I read it twice, but there was no "Mingwei" or "Princess" in it.

"Tingzhou, this is the community where Mingwei lives." Dou Jing reminded softly.

Mu Tingzhou raised his head and looked out the window.

From the driver's seat in front, Xiao Zhao raised his cell phone and called Ming Wei: "We're here."

After saying just one sentence, Xiao Zhao hung up, but Mu Tingzhou stared at his phone several times before continuing to look outside at the fifth floor of the building.

There is an additional figure on the balcony. She stands too tall and small, but it is indeed her.

"Are you relieved?" Xiao Zhao turned around and asked.

Mu Tingzhou pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xiao Zhao stopped choking him, drove out of the community and went straight to the villa where Mu Tingzhou lived.

When he arrived at the villa, Mu Tingzhou stayed in the room alone, standing in front of the bookshelf and reading books until dark.

Six or seven o'clock in the evening is just dinner time for people in big cities, and there are a variety of pastimes after dinner. But for ancient "grand masters", darkness means sleep. At least, princesses should live like this

Live a regular life.

Picking up the mobile phone on the table, Mu Tingzhou sent a WeChat message to Xiao Zhao: I want the princess’s contact information.
Chapter completed!