Ding Haijing sized up Jiang Xiao and saw that nothing seemed wrong with her; in fact she looked full of energy, and he couldn't help letting out a breath of relief.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, what could be wrong with me?"
"Where are those two?"
"Still locked in that storage room over there."
"Is your porridge done?" Ding Haijing glanced at his watch; it was already past eight.
He did a quick calculation in his head and said, "I'm guessing we don't have time to eat porridge. We have to get them out of here right away, if you don't want people showing up to investigate."
"Who'd come investigate that fast?"
"Plenty of people could. You don't want your place getting too lively, do you?"
"Of course not." Jiang Xiao frowned, then immediately turned and went into the kitchen. She came back out carrying a bowl of plain congee. "Actually the porridge's been done for a while; I took the lid off and let it cool a bit. Hurry up and drink a bowl first."
