The sound of Ning Zitong gasping, followed by a "thud", was succeeded by the noise of something falling to the ground.

Yan Xinxin suddenly paused her steps, turning her head to see Ning Zitong falling to the ground, and from her handbag, several boxes of packaged pastries fell out.

At this moment, those pastries seemed like abandoned dust, scattered messily on the ground.

Yan Xinxin’s heart suddenly ached, and just as she was about to turn her steps, she saw Ning Zitong quickly sit up, hurriedly picking up the Lotus Cakes and crispy pastries that hadn’t been dirtied.

"Yuan, it’s okay, mom’s fine, you don’t need to worry about mom."

Ning Zitong said as she held the two boxes of pastries and stood up, awkwardly stepping toward Yan Xinxin, with her eyes involuntarily reddening.

"Yuan, my little Qianyuan, mom knows you are worried about Chuxi, but mom is also worried about you. If you don’t want to see mom, then mom won’t follow you. Can you wait here for your dad? Let your dad help you!"

Looking at Ning Zitong’s earnest and pleading appearance, Yan Xinxin couldn’t help but frown.

But in the few seconds of her hesitation, the phone in her palm vibrated again.

Yan Xinxin glanced at the caller ID and immediately turned around to answer the call.

"Ah Ding, listen to me, I’m coming over immediately! You must keep an eye on Chuxi for me!"

As her voice fell, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Yan Xinxin turned her head to see a swarm of reporters rushing in, not wanting to stay for even a second.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mu, for your kindness, but I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer!"

Without further ado, Yan Xinxin turned around.

"Yuan, Yuan..."

Ning Zitong called softly, looking at Yan Xinxin’s back.

"Please be careful! Mom is waiting for you to come back and have the pastries I made for you with my own hands!"

Yan Xinxin paused slightly in her steps upon hearing these words, but thinking of Mo Chuxi, there was no reason that could make her hesitate any longer!

The reporters charged straight ahead, and Ning Zitong, enduring the pain of a sprained ankle, immediately turned around to block them.

"None of you are allowed to follow her!"

"Mrs. Mu, Lady Mu, she..."

"Mrs. Mu, do you know what’s going on?"

"Mrs. Mu, could you please reveal why Lady Mu ran off so urgently? Is it because something happened to Young Master Mo..."

"You’re not allowed to speculate about anything regarding my daughter and my son-in-law!"

Ning Zitong sternly halted the journalists, her expression extremely serious and grave.

The media reporters were all taken aback.

Probably only a mother would protect her precious daughter like this.

Yan Xinxin lifted her skirt, hailed a car by the roadside and reported an address. She had nothing with her but a phone.

"Brother Xi..."

She murmured softly, flipping through the photo album on her phone.

Those photos, with him, with her, and with their baby...

Along the way, so many thorns and difficulties had been overcome, finally able to peacefully raise a baby and live a happy life as a family. She didn’t want anything to happen to Mo Chuxi at this time.

"Xixi number one, don’t you dare have an accident, otherwise, I, your master, will just..."

Would just what, Yan Xinxin couldn’t ultimately say.

"Xi, wait for me, your Xinxin is almost there, wait for me..."

In the remote outskirts, surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery was quite good.

The early summer scene rendered a lush view full of vitality, but the sky seemed like it was about to rain.

Ah Ding anxiously waited on a patch of green grass for a long time, and finally, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.

He immediately turned around, seeing Yan Xinxin, in formal dress, hastily running toward him.

"Young Mistress, you finally made it!"

Yan Xinxin lifted her skirt and quickly ran to him.

"Where’s Xi? Where is Xi!"

Ah Ding extended his hand, pointing toward a dense, dark forest ahead.