Stumbling all the way to the emergency room, the light was still on, with a few good Samaritans and police standing outside.
Qiao Mo quickly ran forward, grabbing the police officer's hand, her voice trembling: "How is the child? How is the child now?"
The police officer frowned and asked, "Who are you to the child?"
Qiao Mo was momentarily dazed, unsure of how to answer.
Could Qiqi really be their child... could it really be?
A few seconds later, Qiao Mo choked up and softly said, "I am... I am his... his mother."
The police officer frowned, looking Qiao Mo up and down, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.
"In that case, please come with us to make a statement."
Qiao Mo was taken aback: "Wh... why?"
"We need to understand the situation, please cooperate."
Qiao Mo shook her head: "I won't go... I need to wait here for Qiqi, he's still so young..."
