The Real Song Wenchuan

The girl's cries echoed through the office in panic and despair.

"Gege! Gege, hurry in here!" 

Huo Yunque's eyelids twitched and rushed into the office.

He looked at the calm man who was playing chess with him earlier. At that moment, he was lying unconscious on Song Yaoyao's shoulder. He furrowed his brows and calmly pushed the heavy figure off the girl's shoulder as he pulled her into his arms.

He patted her back as he listened to her sob.

"What's wrong?"

"He...he..."

Song Yaoyao tugged on his sleeve; her tears were already wetting his shirt.

"He simply fainted. He's not dead."

Huo Yunque said calmly.

"No! He! My brother..."

Song Yaoyao anxiously mumbled, unsure how to explain the situation. She was happy that she got to see her brother again, but she was also scared that he would be stuck here.