The television screen was displaying photos taken at the location of Bai Qinghao's ambush last night.
Fang Xinxin glanced at Bai Qinghao and felt fearful. "It turns out that you were in such a dangerous situation last night. To think that I still wanted to send you messages." She struggled to imagine the consequences if she had disturbed him then.
"It's alright. If you miss me when I'm not around, feel free to send me a message." He pressed her little head against his chest. "I won't look at my phone when it's inconvenient. But whenever I have the time, I'll definitely respond to you immediately."
Perhaps one day, she would be faced with the possibility that he would never return.
After all, he had yet to identify the person who was after his life. An ambush was bound to happen again.
At the thought that he wouldn't be able to see her again if he died, he felt his chest tightening. He said heavily, "Fang Xinxin, if I don't return one day, you…"