"So that was why. No wonder you never came home that night, even though I waited outside your house for so long." Song Yunxing's lashes trembled slightly, his tone quiet.
"You... you came looking for me?" Shen Yanci looked stunned.
"Yes."
The bell rang, and Song Yunxing grabbed his backpack and raced out of the classroom.
The teacher at the front had yet to leave. He frowned at the boy's retreating figure.
"He's getting more and more unruly! How did he turn out like this?"
Song Yunxing sprinted down the corridor toward the stairs.
His conversation with Jiang Huaizhi echoed in his mind-"Shen Yanci came back to school. Didn't you know?"
"He didn't seem quite himself and left in a hurry. Something must have happened at home."
"The hospital? His family's kept everything so tightly under wraps that no one knows which hospital his father's in."
With his backpack slung over one shoulder, Song Yunxing hurried down the stairs.
The school gates had barely opened a crack when the boy squeezed through.
He had only run a few steps before two tall men in suits blocked his path.
"Young master, your father is here to pick you up," the two towering bodyguards said respectfully, their heads lowered.
"I have something very important to do right now. Tell Father to go home and rest. I'll be home a little later." Looking anxious, the boy turned sideways and tried to leave.
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, then seized his arms at the same time. "Forgive us."
"What are you doing? I told you I have something very important to do!" They lifted the boy off his feet as he struggled wildly.
Song Yunxing was bundled into the back seat, where he met Song Xiuwen's dark, unfathomable eyes.
"...Father." Song Yunxing