"Ming Jing, how is Shaodan now?" On the way back, Lin Qing couldn't help but ask.
After all, it was her own son, and enduring this long was already her limit.
Ming Jing went silent for a moment, "He's still alive."
Lin Qing almost choked, wanting to ask Ming Jing to bring Shaodan back, but upon seeing Ming Jing's face, she didn't dare to say it out loud.
Now, she feels more fear than pity for her daughter.
"As long as I am in this world, I will protect him for one day. There is no need to worry."
The calm voice of the young girl seemed to have a mysterious bewitching power. Since she said so, she must be able to do it.
Lin Qing sighed, "I hope he can be safe and sound. If he can't hold on, let him come back."
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Zhu Shaodan had gained much experience these days following Laiba. Though they ate at roadside stalls, slept in guesthouses, and wore cheap clothes, all these were worth it for striving for their dreams.
