"Mm!" Xia Pengpeng nodded. Hearing Mu Xingye's voice, her heart suddenly settled down.
Mu Xingye put down his phone, didn't even change his clothes, and immediately draped the suit hanging nearby over his shoulders and walked out.
Wen Yanqing and Ah Chi had been on watch for most of the night. At this time, they were sleeping soundly, not even the thunder could wake them.
Mu Xingye didn't want to waste time and took the keys to go downstairs.
No matter how bad his current situation was, he only wanted to get back to Xia Pengpeng.
This was the first time she needed him so much!
The thunder followed one after another, the torrential rain grew heavier, and Xia Pengpeng huddled alone in a corner of the house, shivering.
She didn't even dare to lift her head, engulfed by a cold sensation.
She could never forget the night she was forgotten in the morgue the day her parents had their car accident!
The weather was just like this, a thunderstorm!
