"Case of the red dressed boy?" Su Bai had finally calmed down. He stumbled as he stood up and rubbed his neck. He stretched his body and bone-popping sounds could be heard from his body. He walked past the curtain, touched the little fella's head. The little fella was lying on the sofa sleeping; his whole body was on Su Bai's clothes protecting the two guns hidden in his clothes.
That child.
Su Bai smiled. He carried up the little fella and placed him on the other side of the sofa. He immediately put on his clothes and the Hellfire Shotguns were kept back in his trench coat.
The bruises on his body had fully recovered. That was why Su Bai was in a hurry to put on his shirt. With Ying Yinger's professionalism, she would definitely notice that the bruises on his body and neck had disappeared.
"I'm so tired." Ying Yinger pressed herself on the wall as she stood up. She stumbled to her desk, opened a bottle of mineral water, placed some medicine in it and drank up.
