Yun Qian looked at Shao He, "What do you plan to do?"
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, you go rest first." Shao He took the sleeping child, her expression weary.
Yun Qian nodded with a smile and turned to walk toward the room.
At that moment, Shao He, with no desire to sleep, placed the child on the bed and started to tidy up the cluttered front hall.
Half a quarter of an hour passed, and just as Shao He was about to get up and return, there came another flurry of panicked knocking at the door.
She cautiously approached the door and called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Shao He quickly opened the door and saw the man in the wheelchair with a mask. His chest was still heaving, indicating he had come in haste from some prior engagement.
"What's wrong? Is it your leg acting up again, or is there something else?" Shao He deliberately probed.
"I'm feeling a bit unwell, where's Xiao Linzhang?" Pei Huaian replied evasively.