Seeing that the call was still going on, she felt a lump in her throat and tears streamed down her face.

"Master Fu, Master Fu, Master Fu..." she called softly into the phone a few times, and soon a voice came from the phone.

"Qingqing, I'm here. Are you safe? Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"I was hiding in a very secluded little cave in the woods. I was almost discovered by the bad guys, but luckily there was a fierce gunfight outside, so I managed to lure them away. Mr. Fu, I'm sorry."

Gu Qingqing took out her phone and put it to her ear; she wanted to hear more of Fu Jue's voice.

She missed him so much; when the bad guys almost found her, he was all she could think about.

The thought of never seeing him again made her incredibly sad.

"Fool, it's my fault. You did nothing wrong to me. It was my fault that you were kidnapped and almost got into serious trouble."

Fu Jue's voice conveyed four parts sadness, five parts guilt, and one part worry.

"Qingqing, don't cry. I'll come find you. You mustn't come out."

"Yes, Master Fu, I will be a good boy and listen to you."

Gu Qingqing sniffed and wiped the tears from her face.

The call was still active, but the call duration showed as exceeding half an hour.

She took out tissues from her bag and blew her nose. To avoid being heard, she blew her nose very quietly, using four or five tissues before she was done.

At this moment, her eyes were red, her nose was red, and her face was covered in tears.

She looked pitiful and ugly, a far cry from her former glamorous self.

Gunshots continued to ring out outside, one after another, which made her feel bad.

As long as she gets home safely, she must train hard and learn how to fire a gun.