After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

There was no one in the office, but there were sounds in the corridor.

Someone was crying very miserably. After Zhu Can closed the door, he was about to rest on the chair where he had sat before to calm his heartbeat, but he was attracted by the persistent and painful crying outside and could not help but put his ear to the door.

After a long time, the sound gradually died out like a fire, and the last trace of hoarse wailing disappeared. Zhu Can gathered his clothes and felt a chill from the waist down.

Where could Xi Zhenghe be? Is he busy? Or perhaps he simply didn't come to work? Is he still in the city?

Zhu Can came back and sat down, and all the problems he had not thought of along the way popped up in his mind, like a person who was sinking and about to drown and suddenly found that there was still air in his lungs. He hurriedly spit out a few useless bubbles.

Zhu Can knew that he was a little impulsive, but he hadn't felt the blood surging in his body like this for a long time. Strangely, he began to recall his life in the tense and quiet atmosphere, but found it somewhat dull.

It's like a bookmark sandwiched between a pile of picture magazines, all with patterns but not a single word.

Zhu Can started thinking about Xi Zhenghe again.

He shivered in his thin clothing, and the small shirt he put on temporarily could not keep out the chill of the late winter month. He looked around and found the long black windbreaker that Xi Zhenghe had worn.

Zhu Can took it without hesitation, wrapped it around himself tightly, and began to fall into thought again.

Perhaps he wasn't Mrs. Zhu's biological son? Otherwise, how could such a sentimental person give birth to such a fool? Xi Zhenghe hadn't offered a single assurance or explanation from beginning to end; he'd simply sent a message, and he'd impulsively come over because he was concerned.

Zhu Can scolded himself for being stupid, but at this moment he was unwilling to go back. The wind outside was cold, the place was deserted and few people were around.

This is the most likely place to see Xi Zhenghe.

Zhu Can's thoughts drifted, wondering where Mrs. Zhu was at the moment; she hadn't been home for over a week. Mr. Zhu was easy to pinpoint; he was probably in the Western-style building next to the shop in the north of the city, with his beloved, who had just given birth to his first son and was soon pregnant with his second.

Zhu Can's eyes grew sore from waiting, and he began to hate himself for not being able to show mercy like his scumbag father, but instead hanging himself on such a tree.

By the time Xi Zhenghe finally opened the office door, Zhu Can had already slipped to the ground, curled up in his coat and fallen asleep.

Like an otter that has just come ashore and doesn't know how to protect itself.

The door slammed shut, and Zhu Can suddenly woke up. Xi Zhenghe frowned and picked him up, "Didn't I tell you not to run around?"

Zhu Can seemed to be still in a dream, but when he heard the other party's serious tone, he slowly came back to his senses.

"I……"

Many excuses came to his mind in an instant: he was sick, he had something to ask him, he wanted to ask about the secret letter, any one of them would be fine. If Zhu Can wanted to, he could immediately come up with more than a dozen non-repetitive and reasonable reasons.

But the city was in chaos, and he didn't want to make any more excuses for coming here so foolishly.

"I miss you."

Zhu Can's mask couldn't stop him from speaking bluntly, "I miss you and am worried about you. I left Dada with the servants at home. Uncle Lin has a gun, so they are safe. My parents have their own places to go, as do everyone else. But your family is gone, and you are the only one left. I am worried about you, and I am coming to find you."

Xi Zhenghe's entire family is gone, leaving behind only a house and some cash inheritance, which is not as valuable as a sack of burnt paper money under the current monetary system.

When Xi Zhenghe went abroad, his family was well-off, but after he came back, it became dilapidated. Zhu Can investigated everything clearly, but he just never said anything.

Even when pursuing someone, Zhu Can would not deliberately poke holes in others' feelings or linger over their wounds.

But at this time Zhu Can no longer concealed it. This was no longer some technique taught to him by Mrs. Zhu to manipulate people's hearts, but something he suddenly wanted to say bluntly.

He is worried about Xi Zhenghe.