After dealing with his colleagues, Carl quickly accepted the fact that Qiao Suisui hadn't sent him a single message, then resolutely took the initiative to contact her.
Although the mission wasn't long, hearing her voice again gave Carl an unprecedented, absurd thought—
He wanted a home.
Preferably, someone in that home who was waiting for him.
And preferably, that someone was her.
"So, what's up?"
The helpless yet slightly irritated voice of Qiao Suisui brought Carl back to reality. He asked, "Who's upset our little boss this time?"
"No one."
"Where are you?"
"At the hospital. A classmate got hurt, and I need to take turns looking after him with another classmate."
"Oh… Is the focus of that sentence 'classmate', or 'got hurt'?"
Qiao Suisui couldn't keep up with his train of thought, her eyebrows knitted together, issuing a silent question mark warning.
