Bu Qingqing sighed softly, turned around, and squatted on the ground, trying to make her movements as gentle as possible. She carried Wen Meimei on her back and went upstairs.
After settling Wen Meimei down, Bu Qingqing left the room and took out her phone to call the young master.
"Young master, the young mistress just fell asleep. Please come back soon. I'm worried sick just watching over her," the girl reported and didn't forget to voice her complaint.
"I will come back after the typhoon passes," Qiao Chengxun said.
Ah… There's nothing that can be done about objective factors. Bu Qingqing also felt helpless.
"Young master, today, the young mistress's notebook and phone were stolen by a group of foreigners. She said they were all carrying guns. She doesn't know who they are or why they took her notebook and phone."
Qiao Chengxun's eyes suddenly darkened, "Did Meimei get hurt?"
