"Mama." Upon hearing the childish voice coming from the other end of the phone, Shen Qinglan's tears instantly fell.
"Anan, where are you?" Shen Qinglan asked huskily, her tone gentle.
"I'm in a very big house, there is a strange uncle here," Anan frowned as he spoke.
The phone was taken away, and a hoarse, unpleasant voice came through. Shen Qinglan was momentarily stunned, never having imagined that the person who took Anan would be him.
"Okay. I understand, I'm coming right now," Shen Qinglan said, hanging up the phone. She looked at Fu Hengyi, who stepped forward and hugged her, "It's alright, don't worry now, Anan is fine." From Anan's voice earlier on the phone, it was clear that he was unharmed.
"Fu Hengyi, let's go," Shen Qinglan wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, eager to see her son, wanting to see him right now.
**
Meanwhile, at Jingcheng Hospital.
