Lian Xinying got into the car with Xiaocheng and hugged him, resting her chin on his head while staring blankly out the window.
Xiaocheng was in good spirits, humming the sound of a chugging train all the way.
And his little body fidgeted on Lian Xinying's lap.
She knew boys were active and mischievous.
"What if we can't find your dad, what then?" Lian Xinying muttered softly.
She didn't know if Xiaocheng could understand her feelings, nor did she want him to be sad about Yan Ye leaving, just like herself. But this time, she was very worried.
And she had a premonition.
A premonition that it might not be easy to win Yan Ye back.
"Why would dad be unable to be found? Mom, I've got it, dad must be hiding really well. But don't be scared, I'll help you look! My dad must be hiding in my favorite hiding spot!"
Xiaocheng thought dad was hiding in some corner of the house.
