Before I could say anything, a sudden weight descended on my shoulders, it was Wen Qiao hooking her arms around my neck and embracing me.
Fu Jinghen was startled and obediently bent down, encircling her waist with his arms and, with a little effort, lifted her off the ground.
Wen Qiao didn't resist, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and her head resting on his shoulder, she was incredibly well-behaved.
Fu Jinghen stroked her back repeatedly, "What's wrong?"
"Why did you leave me alone in there..."
The young girl's voice was muffled, laced with grievance.
Fu Jinghen paused, and a touch of remorse crept into his eyes, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
After finishing work and realizing Wen Qiao hadn't woken up, he sat on the sofa in the lounge and waited. It was only because Cheng Jue kept calling to hurry him that he went out to take a call.
To his surprise, it was in that brief span of less than three minutes that Wen Qiao awoke.
