In the midst of sorrow and joy, the little girl's breathing became rapid.
Bao Shaojin noticed this, and his gaze gradually turned sharp, his eyes like a hawk's, falling on her, "Don't worry, your mother she..."
Before Bao Shaojin could finish his sentence, he saw that the little girl's face was devoid of color, and then her small body began to fall downward.
Bao Shaojin quickly caught her, his expression darkening with a rare hint of panic.
Since childhood, few things could provoke an emotional response from him, but now, since the little girl appeared, he frequently lost control because of her.
When leaving the sixth floor, Bao Shaojin took his phone and her keys, and turned off all the lights in the room.
In the pitch-black corridor, the man walked as if on level ground, his deep eyes as keen as a jungle wolf's in the dark night.
Assistant Lin sat in the car, looking towards the building through the dim light.
