Lu Jingchen couldn't help tightening his grip around Song Qiao's hand, his black eyes like they'd just been splashed with ink, thin lips pressed together.
He lowered his head and kissed Song Qiao on the forehead, then spoke gently, "Don't worry, we will definitely get Wangshu back. Our son will be fine…"
But Song Qiao's tears kept rolling down. From the moment her son disappeared, to finding out he'd been taken by Tan Shuya, up until now, her nerves had been strung tight as a bow. Now she'd seen that car yet not her son's figure, and her mind instantly started heading to the worst possibilities, making her begin to fall apart.
Nan Moyan's attention had been on their surroundings the whole time. It was his first time here, so everything felt very unfamiliar, but his instincts were already telling him which way he should go.
The man's thin lips pressed into a line as he looked straight at Lu Jingchen and said lightly, "You and Qiaoqiao stay here, I'll go check over there."
