Yan Xinxin shouted in panic.
Mo Chuxi's heart tightened as he grasped Yan Xinxin's arms.
"What's wrong? What happened? Hmm?"
"Really gone!"
Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi nervously, extending her right hand to grab his wrist with unusual force.
"Chuxi, come and see! Hurry over!"
She spoke, her tone and expression appearing extraordinarily anxious and worried.
Mo Chuxi found it very strange, also feeling a bit uneasy inside. The son was clearly in her arms, so how could she say he's gone?
"Chuxi, look, Little Buding is gone. Could it be that someone took Little Buding away again? Is there someone behind Mu Qianshui?"
Upon hearing Yan Xinxin's words of concern and seeing the two empty cradles, Mo Chuxi understood Yan Xinxin's meaning.
"Xinxin, don't worry, Little Buding must be in mother's room; I'll go get him now, okay?"
"Really?"
"Really, trust me."
Mo Chuxi assured.
"Wait for me, I'll bring Little Buding back soon."
He said this and hurriedly turned around.
