Ah Chen thought that he could finally return to Beijing, but when he looked up and saw Captain Fu's lips pursed, seeming reluctant, he wondered if it was because they hadn't discovered anything?
Xiao Chen glanced at him and then turned to Feng Ye, "Go to the hospital."
In just a moment, Feng Ye had managed to get a car, which he parked steadily outside. The two of them got into the car, and Xiao Chen sat in the back, remaining silent throughout the journey.
The entire car was enveloped in a layer of frost, exuding a low pressure. His long legs bent, his knobby hands resting on his lower abdomen, his fingertips gently rubbing together, making a faint sound.
Perhaps out of habit, he unconsciously began to rotate his left thumb and, finding nothing, his deep, pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly, a fishy scent lingering in the corners.
Usually talkative, Feng Ye chose to keep his mouth shut, believing Master Chen already had a solution in mind for the situation.
