"Mingyu, has someone provided information?" Although Fan Shaoming's conversation with the police was only a few short sentences, Yan Ruoting heard every word. This was her chance to make a good impression, and she had shown all the tension and worry a mother would have when learning her son had been kidnapped. She had even cried several times because she was so worried, and now her eyes were still red.
Su Xiaoyue, compared to her, was lacking a bit in tears. Yan Ruoting was determined to outdo Su Xiaoyue, the stepmother.
Fan Shaoming answered coldly, "Someone did provide information, but the child's clothes do not match Mingyu's."
Yan Ruoting uttered an "oh" and did not ask any further.
Su Xiaoyue's brow was furrowed with deep concern throughout.
Xia Ying stood by her side, holding her hand in a soothing manner, silently urging her not to worry—Fan Mingyu was a clever kid, and those blessed by heaven would be safe.
"Beep—Beep."
The sound of car horns came from outside.
