Now, carrying the lost cub tightly in his arms, An Mo burst through the outer barriers and landed gracefully in front of the anxious crowd.
Outside the gates, the atmosphere had been thick with suffocating tension.
Su Qinglan stood at the front, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with an edge of absolute madness.
Beside her, Xuan Long, Han Jue, Rong Ye, Shi Feng, and Hu Yan were all standing with dark, terrifying expressions, ready to level the mountain if their son wasn't found!
The moment An Mo's figure emerged, Su Qinglan's eyes instantly locked onto the small, chubby figure resting in his hand.
"Xiao Yi!" Su Qinglan gasped out, her voice filled with pure emotion.
Seeing his mother standing there, Xiao Yi's big golden eyes flooded with tears in a fraction of a second. Forgotten was all the brave, cheerful front he had put on earlier!
"MOMMY—!" Xiao Yi sobbed out at the top of his lungs.
