Staring at Pei Yan's eager gaze, Mei Simiao could understand the anxiety in his heart, but after much consideration, she sighed with difficulty and said, "Wait."
"Do we really have to keep waiting?" Pei Yan clenched his fists tightly on his knees and asked through gritted teeth. It had been ten days since he learned of his sister's incident. Although he appeared calm and composed in training in front of others, his heart was already filled with anger and anxiety, eager to take action to rescue his family.
However, his sister's instructions and her safety forced Pei Yan to be cautious about this matter, advancing step by step, fearing his recklessness might backfire and harm her. With these thoughts, he took a deep breath to calm his anxious heart and continued in a low voice, "It's been over a week. If we keep waiting, won't things change?"
