Due to being injured by a gunshot, Ling Chen had to rest in bed and couldn't go out to find the whereabouts of that woman for the time being.
However, although he couldn't move, Ji Beizhao and Nanrong Zhengqing kept utilizing their network to gather intelligence about the woman.
Night fell.
Watching the sleeping Nanrong Wanqing, Ling Chen gently caressed her cheek, slightly lifting the corners of his mouth with a warm smile.
Sometimes, Ling Chen wished his life could become simple and ordinary, like a normal person, enjoying the pleasures of life with Nanrong Wanqing.
After lying on the bed for a while, seeing that it was about time, Ling Chen quietly climbed out of bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom. At the moment, Ji Beizhao sat in the living room with a beer, legs crossed, watching the entertainment program on TV out of boredom.
Seeing Ling Chen come out of the bedroom, Ji Beizhao quickly put down the beer bottle and got up to meet Ling Chen, supporting his arm.
