Jian Qing could guess where they had just been without needing a detailed explanation.
Yet he had been shot, and still he wouldn't rest; there was really no helping him.
Her furrowed brows relaxed, "Where is he?"
"On the third floor, turn left, the first room." Yi Kai glanced at the cake she was holding and a teasing smile curved on his lips as something occurred to him.
"Madam, are you here to celebrate the Boss's birthday?"
Jian Qing snorted softly, "Who says that."
Yi Kai chuckled softly and looked down, while Jian Qing strode upstairs.
Watching Jian Qing's figure disappear at the stairwell, Yi Kai's smile suddenly froze.
Shoot, Boss still has injuries on his hand.
Would he be sent by the Boss to the frontiers to dry salted fish?
Dawn hadn't broken yet, and the other people in the villa were still asleep.
The hallway was quiet and silent. Jian Qing stood at the door, looking at the closed room door, her lips curving into a warm smile.
