Qiao Jing pondered for a moment. Wasn't it said that the snoring sound wasn't very loud?
But the sound insulation of the room wasn't really poor, so how did she hear it when passing by?
However, Zhan Qipei had already returned to his room, and she had no chance to further inquire. After finishing the hot milk, she went back to her own room.
That inexplicable discomfort in her heart did not dissipate; on the contrary, it deepened much while Zhan Qipei was warming the milk for her.
Qiao Jing's gaze fell on the contract, and her heart began to waver once again.
Even though she had already made her decision, the image of her, buried under the rubble, with Zhan Qipei desperately sheltering her in his arms, resurfaced in her mind.
At that time, Zhan Qipei was injured and weak himself, yet he firmly protected her above him, not budging an inch until the rescue team arrived.