In an instant, Bai Ruozhu felt as if she'd fallen into a cold pond. The other party had already somewhat guessed her identity and figured out that the poisonous tongue man didn't indeed fall off the cliff.
The time was too brief, and she was worried about his injuries. She didn't consider her thoughts carefully enough and failed to completely deceive the other party.
Only when the men in black had left did her icy hands and feet regain their strength.
Jiang Yichun was no longer in critical danger, but she was even more worried. How was she going to get down the mountain, or rather, how was she going to get him down the mountain?
Of course, she could keep him in her space for a few days without starving to death. If the searchers couldn't find them, they'd naturally leave. But she couldn't afford to wait, it was getting dark, and her son Dengdeng would need to be fed soon. The poor boy couldn't go hungry; if he did, he'd cry incessantly.
