Qin Yu tossed Ah Da next to the incense burner and strode into the bathroom, his silhouette tall and straight like a pine, his demeanor noble and distinguished. He did everything calmly and unhurriedly, never showing the slightest sign of panic.
Ah Da's gaze secretly followed him in, not retracting until she could no longer see him. Biting her lip, she sighed softly. After all the turmoil tonight, the food she had eaten had digested, leaving an inexplicable emptiness in her stomach.
Did the Bronze Sword make it back?
Ah Da looked up in search of her little backpack and saw her cloth bag indeed on the couch at the end of the bed. She surveyed the placement of items around her and quickly mapped out a feasible route.
Ah Da leaped from the bedside table onto the bed, and finally reached the couch with ease, pulling out her phone from the backpack. She discovered that Su Qingtong had sent her a couple of WeChat messages over the course of two days.
