He Qing gasped sharply!
The child's eyes were like the still waters of an ancient well a thousand years old, calm and unfathomably deep. Their unfocused gaze brought not just any fear, but a deep-seated terror and heartache to He Qing.
"He's asking for help..."
He Qing stood there dazed, murmuring to herself.
"What did you say?"
Lu Shaodan stood to the side, watching He Qing as she stood dumbfounded and muttering to herself, making a gesture of leaning in to listen, indicating that she had not heard clearly.
Meanwhile, Zhang Guoming, who knew nothing of this, had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor, holding the child. He Qing gathered her thoughts and repeated herself to the puzzled Lu Shaodan, "He's asking for help."
The quick-witted Lu Shaodan immediately furrowed her brows, "Who's asking for help? The child?"
