Paris.
At the hotel, Chi Yunxi looked at the sleeping Yu Sheng and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
After tucking in the little one, Chi Yunxi walked to the window.
The sky was grey and hazy, the gentle breeze stirred the hems and hair of the pedestrians below, everything seemed chaotic, much like her mood at that moment.
Thinking of Zhou Jin, injured in bed, and then of Mu Shengfeng's hesitation on the phone, Chi Yunxi almost instantly understood what had happened to Zhou Jin.
If Zhou Jin had accidentally gotten into an accident himself, whether to reassure her, not to trouble her, or for some other reason, Mu Shengfeng would never mention Zhou Jin's injury to her.
But now...
With a silent sigh, Chi Yunxi sat by the window, lost in thought.
She pondered for a long time, still feeling muddled, unable to figure things out, so Chi Yunxi picked up her phone and called Qin Yuji.
