Compared to the physical pain, this feeling of guilt and deep self-blame is more torturous.

It has to be said that this organization really knows how to torture human nature. What makes people suffer is not only the body, but also the spirit. And this kind of mental torture is hundreds of times more severe than physical torture.

"I know." Si Yao understood his worry and nodded.

"And..." Before he could say anything, Yuan Che immediately understood what he meant, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Si Ting. Although I have no experience in raising children, these days, I believe I can still take good care of him. And the second grandpa, leave it to me, you don't have to worry here, just go and do what you want to do."

Si Yao nodded, "I will leave some people outside here. If you need anything, let them pick it up. The things will be delivered to the door. If there is anything else..."

Yuan Che chuckled, "Okay, I'm not a three-year-old child, I still have the ability to take care of myself. You don't want a mother-in-law anymore, just feel free to do your thing."

When he said that, Si Yao stopped admonishing him.

When I heard him use the word "mother-in-law," I couldn't help but laugh. He was always vigorous and resolute in doing things, and he was decisive and never sloppy. When did the word "mother-in-law" come into play? However, it was indeed a bit wordy.

In fact, the recent situation is completely beyond his knowledge for more than 20 years, and I believe it is also beyond the knowledge of most people.

"Okay!" He said no more and left quickly.

When I came out of the manor, the people who were on duty outside saw the boss and immediately came to greet him.

"Go to Qin's house." He said.

Sitting in the car, I leaned back and turned my head to look at the scenery passing by outside the car. It suddenly felt like I was in a dream.

When he rushed over to take his son home, he never imagined that he would have to live here. Moreover, he would live there for so many days, and the risks he would face were unpredictable.

In just a few days, it seemed like several years had passed, and although he was now out of it, he was not relieved, but felt even heavier.

From the manor to Qin's house, it was a process of gradually entering the city from the suburbs. Si Yao stayed up all the way, watching the situation outside.

The suburbs were sparsely populated, with almost no one to be seen. However, once entering the city, it started to become lively. Seeing people coming and going, it was as prosperous as before, and it didn't seem to be any different.

This gave him a little relief, but he thought that if it was not controlled, this prosperity would soon be replaced.

When he was in South Asia, he experienced that catastrophe and knew how overwhelming and terrifying the virus was when it struck.

Now is not like the cold weapon era in the past. Even if there is a large-scale war, there is still a buffer time. The virus comes quietly and sweeps in unknowingly.

At that time, South Asia was prosperous and peaceful, but almost overnight, half of the city fell down. First they had coughs and fevers, then they became breathless, and then there was widespread death.

He had seen that kind of tragedy before and would never forget it in his life.

Moreover, his body was also infected with the virus at that time, and he finally escaped from death. This experience made him deeply understand how terrible the virus is, and when Yuan Che had the attack at that time, life was worse than death.

If the virus in that laboratory spreads, the prosperous scene we see now will collapse overnight.

On the way, he called Qin Zheng, but no one answered. He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he didn't dare to think too much. In this situation, the most taboo thing is to have random thoughts. If nothing else happens, he will kill himself first. Out of order.

The car soon arrived at Qin's house. The driver honked the horn. The concierge glanced at it but did not open the door.

Just when the driver was about to press the horn again, Si Yao stopped him, opened the door and got out of the car, walked over and asked, "Minister Qin is not at home?"

However, the concierge didn't open the door, just glanced at him through the gap, and quickly closed the small window.

This weird atmosphere made Si Yao's bad premonition intensify. He thought about it, slid down the screen of his phone again, rummaged around, and found Qin Ke'er's phone number.

I didn't save her number. Fortunately, my memory was pretty good. In the communication records I had called before, I saw a number that I thought should be it, so I dialed it directly. JrNovels.com