Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

It was midnight—still and peaceful—and the moon had its shadow cast the whole building.

Qin Shu had let go of Boss and patted its head as she implied, “I need you to climb up to the top. Off you go now.”

As Boss took a final look at Qin Shu, it sprinted towards the wall. It had a look at the top before it crouched and jumped, climbed as its legs synchronized with its muscle strength, and made it to the top with ease.

Qin Shu approached the wall, her stance ready. Knowing her intention, Ye Luo walked over. “Are you going in?”

“How could I have known what’s happening inside if I don’t?” Qin Shu said as she continued to climb.

Ye Luo watched on the side, having no intention to give her a hand. He was waiting for her to realize her efforts had been in vain, yet he was mistaken.

Qin Shu had her right leg injured, so she had to support her weight with her other leg as she exerted force. With her experience in climbing, it was child’s play for her, and she scaled up the wall when Ye Luo had been expecting her to back out. Had she not been wounded, she would have jumped down straight, and she carefully landed on the ground, leaving him blown. At the same time, Boss had leaped down the wall with her, while Ye Luo swiftly followed.

Phil Equestrian Center was the largest in town, and Qin Shu was standing close to the stables and the horse track. The mounted streetlamps had spawned along the road, and the end of the path was not in sight.

Qin Shu was examining the area when she noticed the lights of the VIP lounge were on. As there was nowhere to hide, she chose not to put herself in danger by rushing over. She would be exposed, but Boss was camouflaged by darkness if it had its emerald eyes shut. Qin Shu took out the spy camera from last time, squatted down, and tied it on Boss’ front leg.