One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

This was the place where he had always lived. It was always cloudy and the clouds hid the sun. The trees in the back garden were all withered and it was an extremely bleak scene.

In the real world, only winters looked like this.

"What's the matter?" Youyou saw him frozen on the spot and was puzzled.

Gong Fan shook his head. "Nothing! Let's go in!"

Youyou and Shanshan followed him inside. As they entered the manor, Youyou realized how luxurious it was inside! It was filled with solid American timber furniture, with a fireplace, and rocking chair…

What was puzzling, was that even though Gong Fan lived here alone and no one cleaned it, there was not a speck of dust.

"It's so clean." Youyou turned to Gong Fan. "May I take a tour?"

"By all means."

Perhaps because he had come to a safe environment, Youyou let down his guard a little. Coupled with his curiosity about Gong Fan's residence, he began to look around.

Shanshan was rather interested as well, so she followed behind the boy and began to tour the rooms one by one.

The estate was huge and comprised three blocks. It had the same layout as the hospital, a C-shaped semi-enclosed structure.

The boy made his way up the stairs, sighing as he gazed at the splendid furnishings. "Wow, it's beautiful."

"Look, that mural…"

"Eh? This mural is so beautiful too…"

The voices faded with the footsteps as they wandered off.

Gong Fan first went to the second floor and returned to his room. He contemplated how they might get some rest later, given the late hour.

His room was large. As Gong Fan entered, he thought he'd change his clothes before doing anything else. It was inevitable that he would break out in a sweat after carrying Youyou all the way. He was obsessed with cleanliness. How could he tolerate dust? So he thought he'd find some clean clothes, take a shower, and change.

However, as soon as he entered the room, Gong Jie noticed the object on the table and couldn't help but frown.

Very strange.

On the table was a small bronze ornament of an angel. He usually had the habit of stowing it away.

Or maybe it was his obsessive tendency. He remembered that before he left, this ornament on the table had been facing the window. But now that he looked at it again, it was obvious that it had been moved slightly. It was obvious that someone had casually picked up this ornament, looked at it, and then put it back in place.

How did that happen? Gong Fan immediately became nervous. Could someone have been here? That was rather hard to believe. He was the only occupant of this manor. No one usually came here, and no one ever visited his rooms. Could someone have entered while he was gone?

Gong Fan looked around warily, hoping to find some clues. He walked to the bed, but he didn't find anything amiss.

However, the fact was that the ornament on the table had been moved.

Gong Fan had a bad feeling. He turned back to the closet.

There was a large closet in his room. At this point, the closet was the focus of his suspicion.

He suspected that someone had been in and out of here. Then, searching the house for something, this person had come to his room. Before he could find anything, he must have heard them returning and found a place to hide.

Gong Fan's gaze landed on the wardrobe. He clenched his fists and slowly walked over.

He deliberately lightened his steps.