The night was already very deep. Two bright beams of light swept past, and a Porsche came to a stop. Beigong Cang got out of the car and strode into the living room that had not been closed.
He wondered why the door hadn't been closed so late at night when the anxious aunt sitting on the sofa immediately approached him with a look about to cry and said, "Sir, you're finally back."
"What's wrong?" Beigong Cang asked as he changed his shoes.
"The lady hasn't come back yet."
Qianning?! Beigong Cang was slightly startled and then asked, "Where could she go?" She was a pregnant woman, and moreover, she had been told many times to rest quietly at home. Where could she possibly have gone?
"The lady said she wanted to take a walk tonight, and I didn't pay much attention. But now she's been out for more than two hours and hasn't come back." If something happens to the child outside, then no help would be feasible. How could one not be anxious?
