At that time, the energy that had flowed into Wu Chengyue’s body through his palm started to spread in his veins and muscles, then move toward his head. Lin Qiao was still absorbing the energy, but had spared a part of it for Wu Chengyue.
He had no idea if Lin Qiao was holding him unwittingly or consciously. She should have sensed that he was absorbing the energy too, right? After all, she was able to feel the flow of energy.
As she sat on the bed, the quilt pulled up before her and buried her neck. She pushed away the quilt with one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other.
“Hmm… Eh? Daddy… not here?” After rubbing her eyes, Wu Yueling finally started waking up. She looked around, but she didn’t see her Daddy. Normally, Daddy would come to wake her and Teng up.
“Why didn’t… Daddy come?” While carrying Teng toward the door, she asked the boy curiously.
