Sheng Miao clutched her hand, pulled out her phone, and dialed Mo Shiche's number, but no one answered. In a panic, she argued fruitlessly with the waiter and stormed out of the restaurant.
Her child must have been taken. If she was quick enough, maybe they hadn't left the mall yet.
Her first thought was of Luo Qiangwei.
With this in mind, her urgency increased. Not because she feared for the child's safety, but from a guilty conscience, fearing she'd be found out.
Sheng Miao didn't wait for the elevator and hurried down the stairs. In her haste, she slammed into a man coming up.
With a clang, the porcelain cup in the man's hand fell and shattered on the ground.
The man was instantly angry, pulling at her, demanding compensation. Sheng Miao shook off his hand in disgust and slapped him, "Take your dirty hands off me, get away!"
The man was struck, and immediately slapped her back, "You dare to hit me, you whore!"
