"Stop thinking so much." That was the man's answer. "We'll have children again in the future. Right now you can only lie down and focus on recuperating, understood?"
The woman in his arms looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. "Mm."
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The next day, a call came from Prosperity Hotel. Because Edward White had ordered them to investigate—and if they couldn't find anything, heads would roll—no one dared slack off.
"How's the investigation going?" The man held the phone, his whole body radiating a terrifying, icy chill.
"Reporting to Eldest Young Master, we went through Prosperity Hotel's surveillance again, frame by frame, and screened out a few very suspicious individuals. We've already compiled them into a file and sent it to you…"
The person on the other end reported the situation, extremely cautious.
Edward White's expression was very dark. "Got it. Arrange the schedule, I'll go over personally."
"Yes, sir."
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Half an hour later.
