Xue Baoyi was about to leave when Jiang Zhi called after him, "Baoyi, get some bodyguards over here."
"…Oh."
Xue Baoyi was a bit stunned; Jiang Zhi rarely called him by his full name so seriously. He hurriedly made a phone call, getting some people over from unofficial channels.
Jiang Zhi thanked him.
Xue Baoyi felt that something was off. After exchanging looks with Qiao Nanchu, he took Fang Lixiang home.
Fang Lixiang didn't want to leave: "I haven't seen Xu Fang yet."
"We'll come back tomorrow." He whispered in his wife's ear, "Didn't you see that Jiang Zhi is about to cry?" His eyes were teary.
Fang Lixiang glanced back and saw Jiang Zhi's eyes, swollen as if about to rain. But he could understand; Xu Fang was Jiang Zhi's lifeline, and there's no one in the world who isn't afraid of death, including Jiang Zhi, who feared losing his lifeline.
Fang Lixiang touched his rounded belly and asked Xue Baoyi, "Would you cry if I went into the operating room?"
