The team at the base saw Shen Wenhong running out, carrying the blood-covered Shen Ning, like a madman.
After that was the chaotic rescue.
Shen Yan had rested enough and took out her phone. She saw the moving red dot and gave a cold smile.
Maybe it was the hustle and bustle outside that made Shen Yan feel cold.
It was strange.
Over the past years, colder than this year, she hadn't felt so uncomfortable.
This time was particularly melodramatic.
She repeatedly rubbed her phone. The call had just been dialed, and before she could hang up, the person on the other end picked it up quickly.
"Yanyan."
Qi Si's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
Shen Yan laughed, "Mr. Qi, are you still outside? Stop searching, I'll be back soon after I finish this."
"Where are you."
"I'm in a very safe place, just a bit cold."
"I'll bring you some clothes."
"It'll warm up soon, Mr. Qi, I'll be back soon, wait for me."
