Bai Xiaoyu, listening to that worried tone, felt a twinge in his heart. He sighed, wondering how much envy it would take to have someone care for him so deeply.
He looked at his watch: "Don't panic just yet, Luoli is not a child, he knows what he's doing."
"Even though you're comforting me, I can't help but worry. He rushed out last night and hasn't come back yet. I'm afraid something might have happened to him..."
Gu Xiaoer became more anxious as she spoke, watching as the weather outside grew increasingly gloomy, her heart sinking with it.
Bai Xiaoyu had already put on his shoes, the phone sandwiched between his shoulder and ear, as he looked for his clothes: "Luoli hasn't contacted me these past few days. Don't worry, I'm about to go to the company to look for him."
The company?
"Bai Xiaoyu, thank you," Gu Xiaoer repeatedly expressed her gratitude—she particularly needed someone's help at this time.
Bai Xiaoyu paused, "No need to thank me."
