"Mum, we have to believe in Shao Ming. I believe that in these seven days, Dad will definitely be able to find Shaoming…" As Ning Qing spoke, she paused for a moment and continued, "If he isn't able to locate him within seven days, all the more reason we cannot give up and feel depressed. Dad and Shaoming need more time, and we have a more serious battle to fight."
"Agreed." Song Yajing nodded her head, and she picked Little Young Master Lu even higher up. She stretched out her hand to tease his small face saying, "Little Young Master Lu, do you miss your daddy? Daddy will be home very quickly."
Little Young Master Lu was not red and wrinkly like when he was first born. He had become fairer, and his skin resembled Ning Qing's; it was creamy white like milk.
