"Chongchong, is Xiaomo over there with you?" Ping Guoguo asked anxiously on the other end of the phone.
"Xiaomo?" Upon hearing this, Chongchong was taken aback and instinctively answered, "No."
Ping Guoguo's voice was filled with confusion, "That's odd; the driver at home told me that today when he went to pick up Xiaomo from school, Mumu told him to go back first and said Xiaomo was leaving with her."
"Is that so?" Chongchong's frown deepened as she glanced at Little Baozi across from her, just about to ask her about this matter.
But as soon as she raised her eyes, Little Baozi's figure was nowhere to be seen on the chair!
After looking around again, the person seemed about to run upstairs.
Seeing this, Chongchong's mind was clear immediately; it must be that guilty conscience of this mischievous child again, "Li Mumu! Stand right there for me!"
"Mommy, I'm tired and want to sleep." Li Mumu's small body trembled as she pretended to look pitifully at her.
