Xi Jiu compressed the forty-minute journey into just over twenty minutes.
Xi Xi, who had received the message, was already waiting at the hotel's back door. As soon as the Maybach stopped, he handed the prepared mask and room card to Xi Jiu.
"No one around, Family Head, you can go up safely."
Xi Jiu took the mask, put it on, tossed the car keys to Xi Xi, and walked swiftly into the hotel.
The elevator went directly to the 12th floor where Ruan Qi's room was located.
Xi Jiu found Ruan Qi's room smoothly, swiped the card, opened the door, and entered the room.
The room was pitch dark, except for the dim light seeping through the bedroom door.
Xi Jiu strode over and pushed the door open.
"Baby."
The little girl buried in the blanket poked her head out.
"Jiujiu…" She extended her hand, her voice frail and hoarse, "Hold me."
Without a word, Xi Jiu went straight to the bed, gathered the little girl and the blanket into his arms.
