The folks from Tang Sect arrived quickly to secure the area.
Only after Ye Minzhi and An Siqing were settled did An Ziqi return to their room, carrying Xiao Yining.
They had been hustling on the plane for over ten hours and hadn't eaten anything since boarding.
After Xiao Moli dropped them off, he and Tang Qi disappeared somewhere.
An Ziqi ordered room service, absent-mindedly having dinner with Xiao Yining.
The poor little guy, after so much chaos, was undoubtedly tired - he fell asleep while still eating, his mouth full of unfinished food.
Heart aching but laughing, An Ziqi picked him up and patted his back so he would spit out the food in his mouth.
Then, she put him back on the bed and used a towel to wipe his face.
Sitting at the edge of the bed looking at this small face, which so resembled Xiao Moli's, An Ziqi's heart was filled with unspeakable complexities.
She worried, thinking of the injury he had suffered before.
