"Don't tell other people for now, wait until the results come out."
Bai Li responded, and just as he turned around, he faced Da Hong and Jian Shan walking down the stairs...
For a moment, there was an overwhelming suffocating feeling in the air.
After a long time, Jian Shan smiled and broke the weirdness, "He's not dead yet, he doesn't want to let me go. Don't worry."
"..."
Jian Shan walked to the center of the living room and looked at someone lying on the sofa, "Why did Xiao Sanhuo faint again?"
Li Nuo stepped forward and put away the special windbreaker that Sanhuo took out, "He wants to take revenge alone. He is crazy."
Jian Shan couldn't help but take a second look at the clothes in Li Nuo's hands.
"This dress looks so heavy."
"There are a lot of weapons inside, and of course they are heavy." Li Nuo said casually, and walked to the weapons room.
Jian Shan looked at Jing Yan in a daze. At this moment, she understood that she was not the only one who couldn't help herself from the pain. She reached out and gently stroked Jing Yan's face. She said softly, "Xiao Sanhuo... I'm sorry..."
Dahong turned away and just leaned against the wall when the phone in the living room rang. Dahong walked over and picked it up...
"Where's Ah Rong..."
Dahong pursed her lips and said for a long time, "Dad Su..."
"It seems that the news I got is true."
"...A Li and his men are still searching by the river, but their whereabouts have not yet been found."
"How is the door now?"
"A-Li asked us to stay in the mountain. He was worried that people from Hanling were ambushing us outside. Huangfu sent two teams to help search..."
"Huangfu..."
"Dad Su..."
"……kindness?"
"Come here... I think we are going to... not be able to hold on anymore..."
There was a long silence from the other side, and then a mature and capable male voice said, "Okay, Hong'er, don't cry...it's a good thing we didn't find it."
"Dad Su...I'm afraid..."
"Hong'er, you are not so useless."
"Woooo..."
"I'll come over."
"……kindness."
After hanging up the phone, Dahong squatted down. Jian Shan closed her eyes. She took Dahong's hand and held her tightly.
"Is he Ah Rong's father...?"
Dahong nodded, she sniffed, "Yixing's master."
"I know."
…
It’s been two days…
Jian Shan couldn't even tell the difference between day and night. A Jun stopped crying but fell completely silent. Xiao Min, who was always sharp-tongued, had nothing to say.
Jing Yan locked himself in the house and didn't come out for two days.
Only Bai Li and Li Nuo ran back and forth, and every time the phone rang in the living room, their hearts lifted and then hung up again...
Jian Shan already vaguely knew what this meant...
She walked into Jing Yan's room. Jing Yan was sitting in front of the table, cleaning his gun and knife over and over again. The table was filled with dangerous items.
He glanced sideways at Jian Shan who walked in.
Jian Shan walked across to him, picked up a gun on the table, and looked at it carefully, "Are all the bullets loaded?"
Jing Yan just wiped his gun and knife without answering.
"Xiao Sanhuo, can you tell me...how serious were the injuries that Yixing...suffered before you came back?"
"..."
Jing Yan's hand stopped and his throat moved.
"It doesn't matter, just tell me, there's nothing I can't accept."
She just wants to know what the chances are that he will survive after forty-eight hours... As long as there is a little hope, she will not give up.
