Still Dreaming

Bo Zheng did not hear him clearly and stood by the bed with a frown.

Qiao Nian heard it clearly. With a thought, she guessed what the old man was talking about.

The person beside her was faster. He sat in front of the bed, held the old man's hand, and said in a low voice, "You didn't lose your luggage. The data is also intact."

Master Cheng relaxed and his body was no longer tense. He looked at Ye Wangchuan and Qiao Nian with difficulty and moved his lips.

This time, she could roughly tell what he was saying.

—Thank you.

From the moment Master Cheng was suddenly stabbed to the moment he fell into a semi-conscious state until now, he did not care if he lived or died.

All he cared about was the computer data in his luggage.

He had spent half his life on this research, afraid they would fall into the hands of people outside Beijing.

Everything else, even his own life, was not as important as what he protected!