On a morning, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked into Tomorrow's Noble School. He carried a backpack and looked like he hadn't slept well; standing at the entrance, he yawned several times.,"Then, let me make a call first." Leng Bingbing spoke softly. She knew she wouldn't be able to go to work today anyway.,"Empress Majesty seems to have encountered something. She wants you to come quickly!" Anxin said anxiously.。