When Wen Qingzhu heard xiajun Zihao's words, she suddenly stood up and grabbed xiajun Zihao's shoulder. Her hand involuntarily tightened.
"Zihao, I'm counting on you."
Xiajun Zihao's heart sank when he heard these solemn words.
He patted Wen Qingzhu's shoulder,"don't say that. If I don't help you find mo Qiuxi, you will break down in no time. If you continue like this, I'm really worried that you won't be able to hold on."
Xiajun Zihao was telling the truth, which was why he was anxious.
Xie Yan 'er had also returned to the Xie family's headquarters on New Year's Day last year. She was still at home, and she was quite bored.
However, she felt that it was strange. On the first day of the new year, when she called Qiu Xi to wish her a Happy New Year, she could not get through at all. Later on, she used another phone number to call her and wished her a Happy New Year. She did not say anything else.