She finally knew why Si Wuxie was so nervous just now.
Xiang Anning slowly raised her hand and reached out to Si Wuxie.
Si Wuxie's brows were tightly furrowed, and she didn't like seeing him frown, so she gently smoothed his brows with her hand and then said, "I understand. I'll be more careful to protect myself from now on. If I see anyone suspicious, I'll keep my distance!"
Only then did Si Wuxie's brow relax, and a smile returned to his face.
When the two returned to the yard, the little child who had been sitting by the tea table eating bread was gone.
"Huh, where did that child go?" Xiang Anning's heart skipped a beat.
She hurriedly opened the door and ran out!
The reporter who was on the town street earlier had also left, and the desolate town was empty.
Xiang Anning didn't know which family the child belonged to, nor did she know his name!
