Feng Fuce promptly glanced at Bai Zhi'er, who was sleeping soundly beside him.
His wife's sleeping face was serene.
Thus, Feng Fuce made a signal to his son with his eyes.
Fen Linxing nodded gently.
Afterward, the father and son quietly tiptoed out of bed.
Feng Fuce tucked Bai Zhi'er in nicely, while Fen Linxing placed his pillow in Bai Zhi'er's arms, so she would unconsciously cuddle it, thinking her son was still there.
After doing all this, the father and son exited the room.
Moreover, with a raise of Feng Fuce's hand, the entire room was enveloped by an invisible barrier.
If a fight breaks out and the opponents cry like slaughtered pigs, it won't wake Bai Zhi'er.
Feng Fuce and Fen Linxing walked down the hallway, flanking the darkness from left and right.
Meanwhile, the study room where their luggage was stored was being thoroughly searched by two bodyguards.
A woman draped in mink fur, oozing charm, leaned against the table.
