Even Bo Siyan, who was usually stoic, began to show an almost imperceptible worry as time passed.
During the time he spent with Bo Lele, he knew that his son possessed a wit and cleverness that belied his young age, but no matter how smart he was, he was still just a five-year-old child.
Bo Siyan's dark eyes deepened, and as he looked at the girl in front of him, he did not coldly shake her off but instead held her hand.
His palm was cold, carrying a sense of chilliness, but Ning Xia could still feel his comfort, like an invisible strength.
She knew better than anyone how cold on the outside and warm on the inside this man was.
Bo Siyan took out his phone to call Deputy He and inquire about the situation on his end, while Ning Xia took deep breaths to calm herself down quickly.
Panic and anxiety were of no help to her; she couldn't afford to let Bo Siyan's mood be affected by hers.
Perhaps she needed to sort out her thoughts to see if there were any clues.
