Although Mr. Han's touch was far inferior to that of Teacher Steve, Blake still fell into a deep sleep an hour later. He curled up in the quilt, with wet mist still hanging on his eyelashes, looking like a wronged little animal.
Harper leaned against the side, his mind constantly recounting everything that had happened in the Benin clinic, as well as Blake's performance at that time - quick, decisive, fierce, with accurate judgment, and powerful aggressiveness. Compared to his usual self, he was completely two different people.
The phone screen flickered, and the caller ID showed Chloe.
"Brother Han." The voice on the other end of the line sounded a little uneasy. "After we got home, Mr. Wang stayed on the balcony smoking, not talking or eating. I want to ask, did anything happen this morning? Also, Brother Bai's cell phone has been unreachable."
"Xiao Bai is beside me. He is a little tired, so he is sleeping." Harper said, "Yuan Chen should be fine. He has always hated Shi Tian. Today, he was forced to stay with him in the cafe for several hours. He may have some psychological trauma. He will be fine after two days of rest."
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