In the high-rise office of X Group, Bi Xia watched the news on TV about a father and daughter reunification, and the discussion about her identities with X Group and the Nine Pavilion. She calmly turned down the volume, resting her arms slightly on the sofa, and gently rubbed her temples with one hand.
"Xia Jingshen has returned to Beijing, it looks like he's almost ready on his side." 007 said in a soft voice, pushing open the office door with a cat-like walk and glanced at the news on the TV.
"Who knows," Bi Xia turned off the TV and looked at 007, "Asleep?"
"Yeah, asleep," 007 leaped onto the sofa, curling up lazily in Bi Xia's arms, resting its little head against her. "You know, ever since entering this body, it's like he's experiencing the period of infancy, wanting to sleep promptly and can't stand even a little less sleep without getting very tired."
