Yun Hao nodded in response, "Little Huzi will be fine, he is a tough little boy." How could a tough little boy not cry when he's beaten so mercilessly?
Lu Jingyi had struck their son, a boy they themselves could not bear to discipline so harshly.
"There are two paths here. Should we split up or search together, my dear?" There were two paths ahead. Yun Hao left the choice up to his wife.
Meng Yunhan looked at the fork in the road and responded without hesitation, "Let's split up."
"Be careful. Shout if there's anything," Yun Hao reminded her before parting ways. His footsteps were swift and had a sense of urgency.
Meng Yunhan asked everyone she met, knocked on doors, and endured the abuse. She didn't care about any of that. Even if someone hit her, as long as they could tell her where Little Huzi was, she would be okay with it.
She dared not call out for fear of alerting Jingyi, who would then torture Little Huzi even more.
"Have not seen, have not seen."
