Rong Hua's somewhat long hair strands were brushed aside, and a face that should have been strikingly handsome now bore a sense of withered desolation from having not shaved for a long time.
"Impossible, I just searched that room thoroughly."
But Zhu Li felt she couldn't have heard wrong, so she turned back and continued to search the children's room. After a long search, she still found nothing.
Just when she started to think she was hallucinating, a cough came from the direction of the floor. This time, not only did she hear it, but the other two did as well.
After knocking on the wood panels, they quickly pried up a piece of flooring from underneath the desk and opened it to find a five- or six-year-old boy, weak and frail, hidden inside. Zhu Li immediately thought of something.
"It looks like, in her panic, his mother hid him here to take refuge. Do you remember what it looked like when we came in?"
