Xing Quan hesitated slightly and then turned with a smile, "Madam, rest assured, even if there is real danger, President Xiao can turn peril into safety. You must... trust him."
Actually, Xing Quan himself was anxious inside. If it weren’t for just one hour, President Xiao wouldn’t have attempted this personally. This ti fra is truly too short.
This should be the thod with the highest probability of success.
Song Song pressed her lips montarily and then said, "Okay, since he will definitely succeed, I will wait for him here."
"Isn’t it one hour? Then I’ll wait for him for one hour..."
"This...?"
Xing Quan started feeling troubled, "Madam, please don’t be like this. President Xiao asked you to leave first out of concern for your safety, but if you stay here now, doesn’t it nullify his earnest efforts?"
If President Xiao had absolute certainty, he wouldn’t have issued this order.
Now that he’s said this, as a subordinate, he must take her away from here!
At least, they must reach the safety zone within an hour.
At this mont, the expressions on everyone’s faces were not relaxed, especially Song Song, who was so tense that she was almost trembling all over—
Only after a while did she reply, "Didn’t he say it’s okay? Since it’s okay, I’ll wait here. You don’t need to stay with , hurry and go."
Xing Quan knew she made this decision probably because she realized sothing. He looked at Di Wujiang and Wen Ziyue beside him and said, "Mr. Di and Secretary Wen, you should leave. I’ll stay here with Madam."
Di Wujiang suddenly smiled, glanced around, and finally set his gaze on a rather decent-looking hotel nearby, "Let’s rest there for a while."
Wen Ziyue looked at Song Song, seeing her face almost pale, and went over to hold her arm, "It’s fine, heaven favors the kind-hearted."
"That’s right, he’s doing a good deed. Heaven wouldn’t be so indifferent to let him get into trouble. Let’s... go there and rest for a while! Actually, you don’t need to wait with . What if sothing really fails, then wouldn’t it be...?"
Song Song wasn’t sure if she was imagining things to be severe, but she simply couldn’t relax.
Wen Ziyue laughed it off, "If things indeed failed, then we’d just have to resign ourselves to bad luck, let’s go!"
"...Alright."
The hotel seed nearly empty now, and the four of them sat in the lobby, each with a cup of tea in front of them, but none took a sip, only sitting quietly on the sofa, occasionally checking the ti—
An hour felt like a whole year!
Until an hour and a half later, everything seed unchanged...
Song Song wanted to rush out to find him, but was stopped by Di Wujiang, who, fearing an incorrect ti calculation, suggested waiting another half hour—
After two hours, the crisis seed to be resolved. Song Song saw people gradually returning outside and couldn’t stay still. She ran out.
But at that mont, she didn’t know where to go, ending up standing blankly on the street, muttering, "No issue ans he succeeded, but... why hasn’t he returned?"
"Oh, maybe he went back to the house on the mountain; I should check there..."
That was when Di Wujiang and the others also hurried out, and the four returned to their original place.
Song Song eagerly opened each room but was disappointed each ti, he wasn’t there—
The relaxed mood suddenly turned anxious again. She walked to the stone table, sowhat lost, "Maybe he hasn’t finished yet, yes! It’s definitely like that."
"We, we will wait..."
This waiting lasted through the night, and still, the one who should have returned long ago was absent.
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