Suxin had finished her bath and was again studying the report in the living room, wondering how to handle tonight's numerous requests from Ziqian. How could she manage to please both sides?
But now it was already past eleven, could it be that the kid wouldn't come back?
Could it be because she had offended him in the afternoon, and he found her annoying, deciding out of sight, out of mind?
My God, that couldn't be it, right? If he was to disappear, couldn't he at least wait until tomorrow?
Thinking of Tiantian's sorrowful and desperate eyes, Suxin felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. What if she couldn't handle the situation, and Tiantian did something drastic...
Finally, the sound of the main door opening rang out, and at exactly midnight, Ziqian was back home on time.
