Bai Ruozhu couldn't bear to disappoint her son, but she also couldn't let him take risks. In moments of panic, she wouldn't be able to take care of everything comprehensively.
She could only harden her heart and say, "We need to use qinggong to hurry on our way, or we won't make it in time to save your father. Can you keep up?"
"I can!" Little Dengdeng bit his lip, looking determined.
"Alright, then try to see if you can catch up with your mother first." Bai Ruozhu said.
She immediately used her qinggong and rushed forward, while Little Dengdeng gritted his teeth and tried desperately to catch up. But being so young and only just starting to learn qinggong, how could he keep up?
Bai Ruozhu stopped, looking at Dengdeng with red eyes, heart aching. She said, "Your father is waiting for us to rescue him immediately, we really can't delay any longer. Dengdeng, you're a sensible child, can you consider your father?"
