Bo Yanching was not reassured by her, "Wait for me at home."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao responded.
Bo Yanching quickly walked back, took off his coat during the few steps, wrapped it around Qianqian, and picked her up.
Without notifying Zhou Zining, she didn't dare to stop him.
Bo Yanching strode forward, carrying Qianqian to the back seat. Zhou Zining wanted to follow, but the car door was slammed shut in front of her. She stared reluctantly as the car really didn't wait for her and drove straight away.
Having no choice, she immediately had her servants prepare another car.
Nan Jiaojiao stood in place, and even though she couldn't see it anymore, Qianqian's frozen face still floated before her eyes, rooted in her mind and unforgettable.
Her body stiffened, and her hands and feet felt cold.
Suddenly, she remembered a mission years ago, where an infant was tied with a rope in an abandoned warehouse, hanging midair.
