An Ning had just reached her front door when she heard Du Guijuan's panicked wails.
"Where's my son! Where's my son!"
Du Guijuan was shouting all over the yard, the panic and terror in her eyes looking all too real.
An Ercheng was also anxious. He wanted to comfort Du Guijuan but also wanted to go out and find the boy, leaving him spinning in circles, completely disoriented.
"Stop your damn wailing!"
An Sancheng's roar made Du Guijuan choke back her sobs, swallowing the sound halfway.
"What's the point of crying? He couldn't have gotten lost in the village. Go out and look."
An Sancheng saw An Ning and the others returning at the gate and strode over in a few large steps.
"An Ning, go look for him. An Xiaoming has run off somewhere."
'That little boy from yesterday...' An Ning thought. 'Though he hadn't said a word, he seemed like a child with a mind of his own.'
