"Chenxing didn't sleep at all. Knowing there was trouble with Hua Hua, but not daring to call you, he sent me several text messages asking if Hua Hua had been found," Nan Baihao said as he dialed a number.
Hearing this, Gu Shaocheng frowned and took Nan Baihao's phone. The call was quickly answered, and Chenxing's worried voice came from the other end: "Brother Baihao, has Hua Hua been found yet?"
"Why aren't you asleep yet? What time is it?"
Caught off guard by Gu Shaocheng's voice, Chenxing held his breath. A moment later, a soft and sticky voice followed, "I'm concerned about Hua Hua, Shaocheng. Have you found him? Is he okay?"
"Yes, he has been found; he is alright. Go to sleep now, I won't be coming home tonight," Gu Shaocheng's voice softened. He added, "Cover up well and close the window so you won't catch a cold."
Chenxing obviously sighed in relief.
"That's good, goodnight, Shaocheng."
"Goodnight."
