Upon recalling the scenario described by Mr. Li, He Jingyao's expression grew even darker.
He snapped the laptop shut with a clap and rubbed his temples.
His head ached fiercely.
However, now was not the time to rest.
If it hadn't been for him, Zhixi and Gu Bingjun wouldn't have been pushed to this extent by Zhuo Yuwei. What He Jingyao hadn't anticipated was the extent of Zhuo Yuwei's fear of him; it was almost like that of a startled bird.
"Hurry up," he instructed softly.
Feng Qian responded with a nod and immediately increased the speed.
***
Lugang.
Perhaps due to exhaustion, Zhixi slept deeply.
When she awoke, it was already bright outside, and Xiaobao was squatting by the bed, looking at her worriedly.
"Xiaobao?" she mumbled.
"Mom, are you very tired?" the little guy leaned in and hugged her, "You were frowning in your sleep."
Zhixi paused, then smiled and stroked his head: "Mom's fine, Xiaobao, don't worry. By the way, have you had breakfast yet?"
