Beitang Feng held her tight and glanced at Ling Ran, "On the second shelf of the bookcase, get it for her."
Li Qiyu bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, as he tenderly comforted her, saying nothing would happen, no matter what, he would stay by her side.
Li Qiyu also knew how vulnerable she was, remembering what Sheng Shinian had said—the Achilles' heel.
Her body was impervious to swords and guns, but little Qiye was her only fatal weakness.
The phone was handed over, she scrolled to the video, starting from the day she collapsed, the video ended there...
All the previous videos were locked in her phone, untouched, and there was not a single new one.
"Did you delete the video?"
"I didn't receive it."
"You're lying to me," Li Qiyu's forehead was burning hot, weak but unusually lucid, "I received one before boarding the plane and now it's gone. Tell me, is the baby dead?"
"Don't let your thoughts run wild."