Jia ever so slowly turned with a heart that prayed desperately for the person not to be the one she was thinking him to be. But fate was unkind to her as the face of a certain devilish doctor came into her view. Dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, his charm exuded a sense of goofiness.
"Ishen!" Limei, who was being held in his arms, giggled and poked his cheek.
Mingshen narrowed his eyes. "For the Devil knows how many times, it's Mingshen."
"Ishen!" With her cheery laughter, she tugged his collar and buried her face in his neck, clinging onto it.
Wasn't Bojing looking after Limei? Jia thought.
She then got her answer as she noticed Bojing sneakily making his way back to the group as he hid his crying and stressful face. Clearly, he was being told to leave and not warn Jia about the impending danger either.