"My mom is worried about Grandfather. She can't wait for Jing Wu, so we're going to Xiangjiang first to check on his condition. If it's not good, we'll send someone back for Jing Wu," Jie Jingchen said.
Since Jie Jingchen had put it that way, if they kept fussing, she'd be committing a cardinal sin.
Qin Mei braced herself and climbed into the helicopter. Jie Jingchen paused for a second, then quickly climbed in after her.
Qin Mei was both excited and nervous. She clutched a spittoon in one hand, while Jie Jingchen held her other. She had mentally prepared herself to vomit her guts out with no regard for her image if she got airsick. However, Qin Mei didn't get sick. Instead, overcome by the mix of excitement and tension, she fell asleep leaning against Jie Jingchen.
"Meimei, wake up."
Hearing Jie Jingchen's deep, rich, and gentle voice, Qin Mei slowly awoke. She opened her drowsy eyes and gazed at him in a daze.
"We're here," Jie Jingchen said.
