Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 257 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (84)

"So what if it's postponed? What's the rush?" Evan was playing on his phone leisurely, even having the leisure to comfort him.

He Qinglin, who was always exceptionally tolerant and good-tempered towards Zhao Zhao, silently picked up his clothes and said in a calm tone, "Hmm, don't rush."

Zhao Zhao has always been someone who loses interest quickly, his enthusiasm for new things fading away very fast. This time, after only five days in country M, he already found it extremely boring and couldn't stand it anymore.

"The food in M ​​country is so bad... I want to go back to China and have a good meal..." Zhao Zhao felt wronged. The dishes in M ​​country that suited his taste were too bland and tasteless, making him feel like he was eating grass.

When the topic of food came up, Evan immediately perked up and chimed in, "That's right, their food is definitely not as good as ours."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do." Despite her reluctance, Zhao Zhao didn't make any special requests, but helplessly collapsed onto the bed.

Sensing Zhao Zhao's low spirits due to the delay in her return to China, the system suddenly spoke up: "Host, you should actually be thankful that your return has been postponed."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Don't worry, you'll find out soon.

Zhao Zhao silently rolled her eyes. He was being told not to rush, but just how anxious was he? Only one or two people would advise him like that.

As Zhao Zhao lay in bed, she fell asleep. Ai Wen lowered the volume of his game, while He Qinglin silently flipped through the book in his hands.

Not long after, a sudden ringtone broke the tranquility of the room. "Tsk!" Zhao Zhao frowned impatiently, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her head. He Qinglin, standing beside her, reached out his long, slender hand and gently picked up the phone that had fallen to the side of the bed.

When He Qinglin saw the words "Stupid Dad" displayed on his phone screen, he paused slightly, a look of embarrassment and bewilderment on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he held the phone to Zhao Zhao's ear and whispered, "It's your father calling."

Zhao Zhao glanced at him with half-closed eyes and saw that He Qinglin was holding his phone. He nodded lazily to indicate that he understood.

Seeing this, He Qinglin took the initiative to answer the phone for Zhao Zhao. However, the moment the call was connected, Yu Qianzhang's terrified cry of "Zhao Zhao" exploded in her ears like a thunderclap, instantly waking the still dazed Zhao Zhao up completely.

"What's wrong?!"

He Qinglin silently moved the phone further away; Yu Qianzhang's voice continued to come through the line. The entire room was unusually quiet, and the sound from the phone was clearly audible.

Yu Qianzhang informed everyone of the decision he had made on the spur of the moment, as well as the results of the professional inspection of the aircraft's faulty equipment. Upon hearing this news, everyone present was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Zhao Zhao… so close… so close.” Yu Qianzhang couldn’t bear to think what would have happened to his Zhao Zhao if he hadn’t postponed their trip and hadn’t impulsively checked the aircraft equipment.

Forcibly stopping the terrible consequences that were swirling in her mind, her voice trembled uncontrollably, "Don't go back to China, stay with me."

He closed his eyes wearily. "I'll send someone to pick you up later." His voice brooked no refusal. Zhao Zhao was still reeling from the news when the call was abruptly ended.

Zhao Zhao's face darkened, and he immediately sat up. Before him were two pairs of eyes staring intently at him.

He dared not imagine what the consequences would be if the two main characters died in this accident.