Everyone was on their guard, but after two days, there was still no news of the Nighthawks.
Everyone tensed up, on guard against the Nighthawks 'sudden sneak attack.
Brother Jiang had been in the hospital the whole time. He didn't seem to care that his right hand was crippled.
Now, he used his left hand to do everything.
From the initial unfamiliarity, he gradually got the hang of it.
Wen Cheng looked on from the side, her heart filled with unspeakable sadness.
However, she saw that brother Jiang didn't care, so she couldn't say anything.
Fu Ling had been calling Wen Cheng almost every day since he left country Y.
Wen Cheng was used to waiting for Fu Ling's call every night.
She could only sleep in peace after answering his call.
Her originally flat stomach also gradually bulged.
Wen Cheng would often sit lazily on the sofa, her gaze gentle as she looked at her protruding belly.
Every time this happened, she would always think of Fu Ling.
