"So you wanted to see me about?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Here's the situation, Mr. Jiang. We were hoping you could visit the Panda House again when you have time and see whether Xiangxiang improves after meeting you. If she still doesn't get better, we'll have no choice but to send her to Sichuan and see whether the environment there helps her recover."
Jiang Siming understood. Without much hesitation, he readily agreed and said he could go over right away.
After hanging up, Jiang Siming sent the scripts for the dozen or so songs he had finished to Huayi, shut down his computer, got in his car, and drove straight to the Panda House.
By the time he arrived, the keeper and the curator had just returned as well.
The three of them exchanged a few words before heading straight into the Panda House.
Jiang Siming saw Xiangxiang again, but she was no longer as irresistibly adorable as before. She had grown much thinner.
There were plenty of fresh bamboo shoots beside her, but Xiangxiang ignored them completely.
She also looked listless, sitting by the window near the entrance and staring blankly outside.
"Xiangxiang has been like this the whole time. She loves sitting here and looking outside, as if she's waiting for you to come back and see her. She likes being with you the most."
The keeper spoke with concern.
Jiang Siming felt sorry for her too. Pandas were beloved national treasures of the Huaxia people.
Even a minor injury was enough to tug at countless people's heartstrings, let alone seeing her become this thin.
Xiangxiang, who had been staring blankly into space, suddenly spotted Jiang Siming through the window. She immediately sprang up, pressed herself against the bulletproof glass, and gazed at him excitedly, her eyes full of