Slightly opening the curtain, Zhong Luoyue placed her finger in a ray of sunlight and immediately felt as if she had been scorched by flames. She quickly pulled it back.
Daytime should have been when she was most energetic, but without a doubt, she was unusually sleepy now. Zhong Luoyue yawned, her head feeling somewhat heavy, then glanced at the wardrobe.
Elizabeth was inside the wardrobe, having fallen asleep long ago—they had quietly left the hospital before dawn, evaded the government and military blockade, and then found a fairly decent hotel to stay in.
"Luoyue? Luoyue?"
At that moment, Zhong Luoyue was making an international long-distance call. The other end was in the capital of Huaguo. Because of the time difference, her grandfather, Old Master Zhong, had already gone to sleep. The person who answered was Grandpa Luo, a comrade who had followed Old Master Zhong for half a century and gone through life-and-death situations with him.
"I'm listening, Grandpa Luo." Zhong Luoyue rubbed her temples, then replied, "I'm just still a little dazed. I can't really settle my thoughts."
There were many reasons for calling home. In fact, before she had arrived in this city to attend Tu Shenyi's winery banquet, her bodyguards had already been ambushed by the Song Family. By the time the guards were sent to the hospital, the main family in the capital of Huaguo had already received the news. The subsequent collapse of the manor castle and the zombie crisis at the hospital were likewise impossible to hide.
"It's normal that you can't settle your thoughts." Grandpa Luo's voice was kind. "Anyone who encountered these things would feel awful. Luoyue, don't worry. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up immediately... The Song Family went too far this time. It's time to give them