Unbeknownst to him, night had quietly fallen.
Li Chen sat cross-legged in his room, practicing the Breathing Technique.
Suddenly!
A frail shadow appeared at the door. Then, an anxious knocking sound ensued.
"Benefactor, are you asleep?"
Li Chen slowly opened his eyes. The voice sounded timid and was not from the Ning siblings, but from that little girl, Zhang Lingshui, who had lunged at Zhang Zhong during the day.
His first thought was that Zhang Zhong's injury had worsened and the little girl had come to seek his help.
With that thought, Li Chen flicked his sleeve, and the door creaked open, revealing a delicate figure, still softly lifting her finger in a knocking motion.
Without waiting for her to speak, Li Chen bluntly asked: "How is your father?"
Zhang Lingshui replied nervously: "My father is well, he has already gone to sleep!"
Seeing that it wasn't what he had expected, Li Chen's expression became perplexed: "Uh, then why have you come to my room so late at night?"
