In that moment, it was as if thousands of bees swarmed into Nan Wan's mind, buzzing incessantly.
It seemed like she heard nothing, yet information did enter her brain.
Steadying herself against the tree trunk, she frowned at the panicked servant in front of her and hoarsely asked, "Wha-what?"
The servant knelt directly on the stone path, crying, "Madam, I'm sorry! It was really only two or three minutes, and the faucet was right beside me. But after washing Miss Qingqing's hands, I turned around to find the stroller empty, and I..."
Nan Wan's face gradually turned pale. She had no patience to listen to the servant's incoherent explanation.
But as she started to move, her legs gave out, and she fell directly to the ground, the sound of her knees hitting the stone slabs audible even to the sobbing servant.
"Madam, are you hurt?"
