'Qi Jiaming left home for his own sake and for Qiao Jin's parents. I really should get him back safely.' What was a flight of less than half an hour for Tang Mo would have been a half-month journey on foot for Qi Jiaming.
"Really? Great!" Qi Jiaming's eyes widened in excitement.
After all, he'd been flown by Qiao Jin before. The speed was beyond anything his own two legs could manage.
With Qiao Jin taking him, he could be home by tonight.
Besides, the feeling of flying through the sky last time had been truly unforgettable. Who wouldn't want to experience that again?
Just as Zhao Huan's team finished their preparations and were stepping out of the building, Tang Mo spotted a lone, distraught figure approaching from the direction of the food factory.
It was Aunt Hua.
"Let's wait a bit. Aunt Hua is back," Tang Mo immediately told Zhao Huan.
If they hadn't known whether Aunt Hua was dead or alive, they obviously couldn't have waited.
