Sheng Ting hurried through the crowd and arrived in front of Shen Weiyi. Looking at the figure in front of her—fatigued, worried, shrouded in darkness, with a head drooping weakly—pity involuntarily flickered in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I came back late." He hadn't been able to be with her at the first sign of trouble. She must have been so scared that night!
Shen Weiyi looked up at him, surprise flashing through her tired eyes, "Why have you come back?" Shouldn't he be in the laboratory in Jing City right now?
Sheng Ting touched her head and said, "I heard about Uncle Shen's situation. How is it now?"
He had been in the laboratory all day yesterday. It was strict there, and due to confidentiality reasons, mobile phones weren't allowed inside. He only saw the message from Shen Jingqi late at night. He hadn't been able to buy a plane ticket, so he had driven all night to get back.
Shen Weiyi shook her head, "No news yet."
"Is it confirmed that Uncle was on the plane?"
