Especially this waiting that concerns life and death.
Xia Weibao hadn't come out all night, as dawn broke and sunlight pierced through the clouds, the room door remained tightly closed.
The apartment was very silent, a long-lasting silence.
It was eight o'clock, five hours had passed.
Big Chicken looked at Second Chicken, who was teetering on the sofa, and walked over, "Second Brother, you go get some rest first, I can wait on my own."
Second Chicken shook his head, "I'm not tired, Big Brother, I'll keep watch here, you go get some breakfast, the boss has been busy all night, she must be exhausted."
Big Chicken thought for a moment and went out to buy breakfast.
Shortly after he left, Xia Weibao opened the door and expressionlessly tossed out a pack of herbs.
"Simmer two bowls of water into one bowl."
After speaking, she closed the door again.
Second Chicken took the herbs, saw Xia Weibao's pale face and eyes full of weariness, and felt guilty.
