"Going abroad, give the computer."
Jun Moyan made a quick decision to personally head abroad.
"Yes."
Qing Yi responded, imdiately got out of the car and took out the laptop from the trunk.
Jun Moyan, who was on the phone with the person responsible for this cargo shipnt at the docks, reached out to take it, opened it, and operated it with one hand to quickly locate the position of Bai Yi’s phone, all while still on the call.
Qing Yi got back in the car, started the vehicle, and headed for the border. When Jun Moyan finished the call, he imdiately pulled out his phone, driving while calling the brothers at the airport watching Wells to inquire about the situation...
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Feng Liyan, having showered, sat cross-legged on the bed, ditating and regulating his breath.
Originally, after expending a lot of spiritual power, he planned to co back to sleep and rest, but to prevent Wen Xiao’ai from secretly going to the hospital to find Jun Moyan, and fearing she might throw a tantrum, he didn’t leave her side for the entire day.
Wen Xiao’ai told him to go rest, assuring him she wouldn’t go to the hospital to find Jun Moyan, promising to be good at ho, but Feng Liyan, still worried she might be unhappy, didn’t dare to rest himself.
Finally, as night approached and Jun Moyan was about to return, he went back, took a shower, and ditated.
The door opened, and a small head peeked in.
Wen Xiao’ai entered with a specially made soup bowl, looked at Feng Liyan ditating on the bed, and softly called out:
"dicine King～"
"What’s up?" Feng Liyan, already seated cross-legged, didn’t open his eyes.
"I brought you so tonic soup."
"Brought tonic soup?" Feng Liyan imdiately opened his eyes, looking at Wen Xiao’ai, indeed seeing the bowl in her hand.
"For ?"
"Yes."
"Heartless, still know how to care for , that’s rare."
"Don’t say that, I have one life and am willing to give you half."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, what are you saying."
"Hehe, rember to drink it later." Wen Xiao’ai placed the soup on the nightstand.
"Take your ti ditating, I’m leaving."
"Leaving so soon?"
"I have to go back and wait for Jun Moyan."
"He hasn’t returned yet?" Isn’t that second young master already fine, able to walk freely after a few hours, why stay at the hospital so long.
"Not yet."
"Alright, by the way, didn’t you have sothing to tell today?" He just rembered while ditating.
"Oh yes." Wen Xiao’ai almost forgot if not reminded.
"What is it?"
"I’ll tell you when Jun Moyan cos back."
"I don’t have ti to wait for him; I’m going to sleep soon."
"Then sleep well, we can talk tomorrow."
"It’s nothing bad, right?" Feng Liyan thought he should be prepared just in case it was sothing bad he couldn’t handle, he didn’t want Ye Qi to be on a wild goose chase.
"No, no."
"Alright then, let’s talk tomorrow." He was indeed tired and needed rest.
After Wen Xiao’ai left, Feng Liyan continued ditating.
While focusing on circulating his spiritual power through his unusual ridians to repair his golden core, his heart suddenly hit with a sharp pain, as if stabbed by a knife.
Feng Liyan’s face instantly turned ashen, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
This pain ca swiftly, fiercely, and left just as quickly, like it was delivering so ssage.
"Bai Yi."
Feng Liyan clutched his still aching heart, softly calling out Bai Yi’s na.
In the next mont, a clean blue light flashed by, and the bed was already empty of Feng Liyan’s figure.
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