The tears in Little Meat Bun's eyes froze, but the chubby yet pale little face showed a momentary pause, and he suddenly turned his head towards the source of the sound.
"Young Master?" Han Mo, who was beside him, saw him suddenly turn his head and asked in confusion, looking puzzled.
"Mother! I heard Mother's voice!" Little Meat Bun said with glistening teardrops still on his face, speaking softly.
"Madam? No, I didn't!" Little Han Mo with the Black Face looked in the southern direction with Little Meat Bun, frowning slightly.
"Mother! It's Mother's voice! Mother is here!" Little Meat Bun shook his head at the words, speaking with certainty, then struggled to stand from Maomao's neck.
It was Mother's voice, he had indeed heard Mother's voice, there was no mistake!
"Young Master!" Xiao Han Mo thought he was frightened by the bloodshed around them and stood up anxiously.
