Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Watching him lose weight day by day, Tsing Yi was scared and could not help it.

"Xiaohan, can I cook a bowl of noodles for you?"

Tsing Yi squatted by the bed, touched the alcoholic's head with his big hands, and looked at him who lost his soul like a puppet, with a heart dripping blood.

I thought the drunkard would not respond to him, but didn't want him to suddenly and slowly cover his heart with his hands, looked at the air, and muttered:

"...Shhh, don't say anything, listen."

His voice is particularly soft, not only because of his weakness, but also because of his fear of shocking something.

Tsing Yi was taken aback: "...what?"

"Brother, he is calling me."

"...Who?" Tsing Yi's voice trembled, with fear in his eyes.

The hand covering the drunkard's cold forehead froze.

"He's calling me..." He still stared at the air, his eyes hollow.

"Xiaohan, don't scare brother, what's the matter? What are you talking about?"

"Brother, do you have roast chicken? I want to eat roast chicken." He asked suddenly.

"Yes, I'll go buy it for you, now I'll buy it for you." Tsing Yi responded with joy when he heard that he wanted to eat.

"Wait for me, I'll buy it right away, and I'll be back soon. You are obedient and sleep first." Tsing Yi said, hurriedly got up.

The drunkard who mentioned the roast chicken suddenly recovered, and his lost eyes moved.

The moment Tsing Yi turned and left, he suddenly grabbed Tsing Yi's hand.

"What's the matter?" Tsing Yi turned around.

"Brother, where's Jun Moyan? And the girl next to him?" The drunkard looked at him and asked.

At this moment, he looked sober.

"San Shao went to find Miss Wen, in the Holy City." Qing Yi answered without any doubts.

"Holy City..." The drunkard's eyes flashed slightly.

"Yeah. Rest first, I'll buy you roast chicken."

"Okay." The drunkard stared at the air, absent-mindedly.

"Do you want to eat anything else?"

"No need to."

"Hey, I'll be back soon."

Tsing Yi put the hand of the drunkard holding his hand back into the bed, covered him with the quilt, and then touched his forehead before leaving.

Tsing Yi took the key and went out. Before leaving, he looked at the drunkard on the bed with some worry.

And the moment Tsing Yi closed the door, the drunkard looked over...

An hour later, Tsing Yi returned with the roast chicken as quickly as possible.

With people in his heart, he almost ran upstairs.

In the corridor, his footsteps became more and more urgent, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Click"

The sound of the door handle turning.

"Xiaohan, I'll buy..."

The next moment, the joy on Tsing Yi's face suddenly solidified.

He stood at the door, looking at the empty big bed, his panic filled his heart for a moment.

"... Xiaohan?"

Tsing Yi yelled again, and people walked in.

However, the response to him was the coldness of the room.

"Xiaohan?"

Tsing Yi pretended to be calm and came to the bathroom, but he was still missing.

He ran to the balcony, cloakroom, nothing.

"Xiaohan?"

He increased his voice, and yelled again at the empty room.

"Xiaohan? Where are you?"

Tsing Yi's handsome face was pale.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed the drunkard's number.

The phone rang, and Tsing Yi was taken aback.

Looking for the voice, panic eyes fell on the bed.

The phone's ringtones kept coming from under the covers, and the fear and anxiety in his heart gradually became stronger.

He took a few steps forward and opened the quilt.

The drunkard’s cell phone was on the bed.

He didn't bring a cell phone...

A bad premonition flooded his forehead.