Chapter 6 After waiting for a long time, Shang Youqing finally came. Shang

Youqing looked down at the young master squatting under the iron shed, then looked around and found no one else.

So his gaze returned to the young master, and just as he was about to ask a question, the little guy suddenly sneezed, his eyes were red, like a wilted millet cake, looking even more pitiful.

Shang Youqing stretched out his hand.

His original intention was to take the little guy's hand and take him back to the garden to make plans.

But He Zhimo was a young master who was used to a life of luxury. Seeing this, he naturally handed her the schoolbag in his arms, and then opened his two little hands, ready to be picked up by Shang Youqing.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Shang Youqing had to take the schoolbag and picked up the noble young master.

The human cub's body was also very soft, perhaps because it had been under the shed for too long. The little guy's hands and feet were even colder than she had imagined, and even the little face pressed against her shoulder and neck was a little damp and cold.

"Young Master He, how did you get here?"

On the way back from the east gate, Shang Youqing held him in one hand, carrying his schoolbag and holding an umbrella in the other. He couldn't help but glance sideways at the little guy lying on his neck and asked.

He Zhimo was already showing some symptoms of discomfort at this moment. His thick and curly eyelashes drooped listlessly under his eyelids. His little face was very pale, but he hugged Shang Youqing's neck very weakly and clingily, and answered in a muffled voice: "I came here by car."

Shang Youqing paused, "Yourself?"

The young master thought Shang Youqing was going to praise himself. His eyes brightened a little, and he emphasized with a soft and hoarse voice, "This is the first time I've taken a car outside by myself."

As he spoke, he sneezed again. He rubbed his nose bravely and shrank even more into the crook of Shang Youqing's neck, muttering, "But the zoo is not open. I've been waiting here for a long time, Shang Youqing, before you came."

"... I'm sorry, young master, I didn't know you would come to play."

As he spoke, Shang Youqing brought the young master back to the courtyard. Because Shang You was still sleeping in the inner room, Shang Youqing carried He Zhimo to the small sofa chair in the living room and went to get a basin of hot water.

After wringing out the towel, the young master He, who was sitting upright on the sofa, raised his chin and closed his eyes, just like a person who was used to being pampered at home.

Shang Youqing suppressed his laughter and wiped the face of the young master. He also put his two little hands in the basin to rinse them, and dried the little guy's wet hair.

It happened that when he went out shopping with Shang You today, he also bought some bread. Shang Youqing went to get a few and said, "Young master, would you like to eat something to fill your stomach first?"

He Zhimo's dried hair was soft and obediently stuck to his forehead. At this moment, his beautiful big eyes seemed to be eager to stick to Shang Youqing. Seeing that Shang Youqing had specially prepared so much food for him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he took it with a proud "hmm", holding the big bread and chewing it slowly.

Shang Youqing held up his face and looked at him for a while, making sure that the young master had no other problems for the time being. Then he picked up his phone and walked outside the yard to call the housekeeper Chen at Bindao Yanyuan.

At the same time, Bindao.

The entire Yanyuan was in chaos because of the disappearance of the young master He.

Housekeeper Chen watched as Mr. He, who had rushed back from other places, contacted Ning City to find someone, and temporarily asked Yu Zhu to apply for the flight route. It was clear that he was going to Ning City to look for his son immediately.

And at this critical juncture, housekeeper Chen actually received a call from Shang Youqing.

Housekeeper Chen walked to the outside of the corridor with a serious expression on his face, and after listening clearly to what Shang Youqing said on the other end of the phone, he was stunned and obviously breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, so the young master is with Miss Shang now, right? Is the young master okay? Is he frightened?"

"Yes, he just arrived here not long ago. He got caught in the rain, but nothing else happened."

Shang Youqing glanced inside the half-open door. The little guy was still eating bread very gracefully, with his two short legs hanging on the sofa and swaying gently. He didn't look frightened at all, so he continued to ask, "Butler Chen, when do you think you will send someone to pick up your young master?"

Hearing this, Butler Chen completely calmed down and replied slowly: "I, a butler, can't make decisions on matters concerning the young master. How about this, Miss Shang, I'll give you Mr. He's private phone number, and you can call Mr. He and ask him later?...Okay, thank you for your help, Miss Shang."

After hanging up the phone, Butler Chen walked back to the main gate of the main house without changing his expression. Seeing He Cong coming out of the elevator with a sullen face, he walked up to him and reported the content of the call Shang Youqing had just made truthfully.

He Cong's expression was stern. He was about to order the people from Ning City to pick up the child, but then Butler Chen suggested, "Sir, how about picking up the young master a couple of days later?"

He Cong's cold, deep black eyes swept over him. "What did you say?"

The servants waiting nearby were also startled by Butler Chen's words.

The He family's patriarch loved and cared for his youngest son. Regardless of the rumors, everyone in Yanyuan had witnessed it firsthand over the past few years.

Young Master He's disappearance in Ning City had caused such a stir that Ning City immediately dispatched a large number of personnel to search for him. Now that there was finally news of the young master, Butler Chen, usually calm and composed, actually asked Mr. He to pick up the child a couple of days later?

Butler Chen met the patriarch's gaze and, with a steely smile, finished his words.

"Young Master has been longing to visit Miss Shang at Mingling Zoo these past few days. He's at Miss Shang's place now, so let's just treat it as a two-day trip. Once he's had his fill, he won't be pining for it when he returns, right? And I checked the time. The day after tomorrow, Sunday, is perfect for picking up Young Master. Then, Mr. will be taking him to the old house to visit Old Madam He."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Just then, He Cong's phone rang.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the unfamiliar caller ID. Before he could react, Butler Chen coughed and whispered, "It should be Miss Shang."

After a moment's silence, He Cong's slender finger swiped across the line to answer the call and walked to the window.

"...Is this Mr. He?"

Shang Youqing stood under the eaves of the courtyard, and when she called, she was still thinking a little tiredly. If the He family sent someone to pick up the child later, she would have to ask them to come through the west gate to avoid her having to take an extra detour.

Just as she was thinking, a calm and indifferent voice came from the other side of the screen, "It's me."