The Bo Residence, Jinling Mansion.
"Dad, we're running out of time! Let's go! Please, let's just go! Can we hide from that mad dog? We can't wait any longer, it's really too late!" Bao Qiudong pleaded, looking at the wall clock and speaking to Bo Xianmin in a panicked, disjointed torrent of words.
He had been repeating this same plea since ten o'clock, but Bo Xianmin hadn't responded to him at all. The ashtray on the coffee table, however, was already overflowing with cigarette butts.
"Xianmin, say something!" his wife stammered from beside him, her whole body trembling. "What are we going to do? What in the world are we supposed to do?"
