Hemmingson kept his eyes fixed on Ran Xixi, who was now asleep leaning back on the comfortable office chair opposite him. He was not too worried, it's barely been a couple of minutes. It shouldn't take more than another few minutes before all the scenes would finish replaying.
He simply hoped that she wouldn't be so shocked that she would start being loud, but given how well he had known Miss, he highly doubted that. And even if there was a small probability, it was a risk worth taking, given the current circumstances.
Ran Xixi looked at the man as he picked up on what appeared to be a glowing frame with nothing inside it. She feels baffled, wondering if this was some sort of magical image frame that only lets the user with the password or access to view it.
The man starts scribbling something on it, his low deep murmur felt as if it was grazing against her eardrums.
