The call was abruptly terminated, and Wen Nianchu's voice changed in that instant as if it belonged to another person—menacing and terrifying.
Yao Qing ate in silence, and when Wen Nianchu's gaze fell on her, she continued to lower her head to eat.
She had been unnaturally obedient these past few days.
"The area's been a bit restless recently, I'll take you out for some good food in a while, okay?"
Wen Nianchu might have felt a hint of guilt, as he raised his hand to ruffle Yao Qing's hair, speaking in a low and seemingly comforting tone.
Yao Qing's body tensed briefly as she nodded with her head still lowered.
Wen Nianchu gazed at the top of her head, his eyes concealing deep, elusive emotions.
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Daylight here was fleeting; darkness fell abruptly and overwhelmingly.
The place where Yao Qing slept at night was decent enough, but compared to what she had been used to in her home country, it was worlds apart.
