Having arrived home, Bo Yanching didn't wake her but wrapped her in a thin blanket and carried her directly from the garage into the house.
The bed was cold, so he first turned on the electric blanket, then carried her to the sofa to rest for a while, suspecting she might wake up soon since she hadn't fallen into a deep sleep.
The heating was on inside. He took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and was about to go run the bathwater when suddenly a hand from behind tugged at his trousers.
"Where is Zhou Zining?"
Bo Yanching turned around, his eyes meeting hers slightly narrowed, her complexion pale, having just woken up, too lazy to even lift her eyelids to look at him.
He sat down again, brushed the hair from her cheeks, and asked, "Why are you suddenly asking about her?"
"Where is she?"
Bo Yanching paused, "Do you want to ask about the poison?"
Nan Jiaojiao didn't speak but her brow furrowed.
"I'll handle this matter, you just take care of Qianqian."
