Wen Wanzhi's heart rate accelerated, and she subconsciously refused outright: "No way."
Her past experiences told her that simply hiding was not the solution.
The media and paparazzi, like sharks drawn by the scent of blood, were not to be evaded.
Besides, with the mess in her heart, seeing Bao Yancheng every day without any respite, she couldn't calm down.
Bao Yancheng put down his chopsticks, his brow furrowed as if deliberating how to explain things in a way that Wen Wanzhi might more readily accept.
"Bao Yanzhen doesn't know the children's location yet, but she's set up quite a few informants and is actively searching. My people were a step behind and haven't cleaned up those informants yet. It's too dangerous to rashly go back at this time."
Bao Yancheng's voice was unusually hurried, and Wen Wanzhi fell silent.
Indeed, staying put would maintain a delicate balance between both sides for the time being.