Lin Nianhe was anxious to go to Sui City. On one hand, she wanted to inquire about the person in the photo; on the other hand, she needed to report her safety.
She guessed that her old father was probably crying his eyes out by now.
...
At midnight, Minister Huang, who was tossing and turning in bed, was startled by a knock on the door.
"Leader, Lin Nianhe is back!"
Outside the door, the secretary's voice carried a hint of excitement.
Minister Huang instantly flipped up from the bed, threw on his clothes, and walked out: "Where is my little girl?"
"I arranged an empty room for her, and took care of her meal too," said the secretary, "I came to inform you after settling her in."
His own leader, he treasured dearly. Since the Spring Trade Fair, Minister Huang had only been sleeping four to five hours a day, and after the news that Lin Nianhe was taken by the police station, he had eaten only half a bowl of noodles.
