The person stopped talking. If they continued, it would have blown their cover, so what else was there to say?
They could only drive, following Secretary Zhou's GPS instructions. Jian Dan had slept on the plane and was not tired now; it was not completely dark yet, and the temperature was worryingly high. Her complexion looked a bit off. Bo Qin set aside his work, leaned down to look at her, and his hand touched her forehead, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Jian Dan shook her head, her little face flushed red, "Uncle Qin, I feel a bit unwell."
Bo Qin frowned, wondering if it was a case of not acclimating to the local environment. Initially, when he brought the little girl from Feng City to the capital, didn't she also struggle to acclimate? He felt somewhat anxious and commanded Secretary Zhou, "Go to the hospital first."
