After dinner, Qin Jian finally got home. As soon as he entered, he took off his military cap and hung it on the coat rack.
With a child in her arms, An Hao came out to greet him: "How did it go? Any progress today?"
"Yes." Qin Jian took the child and sat down, kissed him, and playfully wiggled a finger before the little one's eyes, "The police have pinpointed Lin Qiushu's location, and we can proceed with the rescue tonight."
The anxiety An Hao had been carrying lifted, "That's great! At last, they found her. But, how is she? Is she okay?"
"That's still unclear at the moment. The situation is quite complex, so the police didn't rashly approach during the day; they just secured her location..."
"I really hope Qiushu is alright."
"Don't worry. We'll have results tonight. Rest assured!"
"Mmm." An Hao nodded solemnly, and seeing her husband's tired face and dry lips, she said with concern, "I'll go get you a glass of water."
"Okay."
