Watching them walk away, Zhao Pu couldn't help but shake his head. "They're gone."
It was unclear whether he meant the people carrying the stretcher were gone, or the person on the stretcher was gone.
Upstairs, two people were still standing at the door of 202, guarding it like sentries. When they saw them coming up the stairs, their gazes were wary.
Passing the two of them, they arrived at Zhao Pu's apartment.
Sitting in the living room with his back to them, Zhao Shuhuan shouted, "Dad, I've finished boiling the bark. You can go soften the dried stuff in the kitchen later."
"Ahem." Zhao Pu cleared his throat.
Zhao Shuhuan turned around. Upon seeing Qin Ziwen, he quickly called out, "Uncle Qin!"
"I'm only about ten years older than you. Why are you calling me uncle? You're making me sound old," Qin Ziwen said with a laugh.
Zhao Shuhuan gave an embarrassed smile.
