The room was dimly lit. Standing against the light, Song Qinghuan couldn't see his face clearly. All she could see was him leaning against the wall, bereft of strength.
When Si Jianan saw Song Qinghuan outside, he paused briefly but didn't look surprised. "Why are you here? Did you purposely come to find me?"
He probably knew why she was here. He had seen the video that Zhan Jie had sent him in the morning. Song Qinghuan's daughter was indeed in her hands. Although he had never seen Song Qinghuan's daughter, Qinghuan often shared her daughter's pictures on her social media feed, making it easy to confirm the child's identity.
Song Qinghuan nodded her head. She didn't beat around the bush, she directly asked, "Did Zhan Jie send you a video this morning?"
When she approached him, she could feel the heat radiating from Si Jianan's body. Frowning, she asked, "Si Xiangbei, are you running a fever?"
