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Just as they were thinking, they saw Huang Wanrong stumbling in, dragging her lily wedding dress.
"Baby, how did it come to this?"
She looked at the ruins in front of her, grasping Mai Xiaomai's hand in confusion and asked.
"There was a fire."
Mai Xiaomai hugged Huang Wanrong's shoulder, comforting her, "It's alright, Uncle Dao shouldn't be inside."
"But with this place burned down, my brother won't be able to find it."
Huang Wanrong looked despairingly at the door frame that had been burnt beyond recognition.
"Mom, Dad is already an adult. Even if this place is a ruin, if he wants to come back and find it, he will be able to."
Mai Xiaomai comforted her.
"I have an idea."
Qiao Chutian looked at the mother and daughter for a while, then said from the side, "In today's information media society, there's no need to wait around like this anymore."
"What do you mean?"
Mai Xiaomai looked at Qiao Chutian.
