Before long, Bu Qingqing brought Little Moliu over.
Qiao Chengxun held his son in his arms, looking at the crying little face of the baby boy. His heart ached more and more, and a layer of despair gradually covered his icy eyes.
Meimei, you've left, what about Moliu? What should I do?
Do you not want us anymore?
Seeing the young master's expression, Bu Qingqing felt uncomfortable and comforted him, "Young master, maybe the young mistress just went out for a walk and will be back soon."
Qiao Chengxun walked out of the ward holding Moliu, leaving only a sentence, "Withdraw the people... return to Qiaohao Garden."
"Ah?" Bu Qingqing was stunned in place.
Young master, the young mistress should be back, right? Just withdrawing like this, is it really okay?
...
Since that day, Wen Meimei completely disappeared from the world.
Qiao Chengxun mobilized all the rescue forces in the Imperial Capital, but still couldn't find any trace of Meimei.
