The police station was not close by, and she carried Xiao Nian for nearly thirty minutes.
Although her arms were already sore, she still felt the distance was too short.
As they approached the police station, the little guy began to feel uneasy, gripping Mommy's neck tighter, and his big eyes looked around warily.
Mommy didn't know what those people were saying, and he couldn't understand any of it.
But it didn't matter, he clung to Mommy's embrace, feeling very reassured as long as he was holding Mommy—nothing else mattered!
"Yes, I asked around, but the child seems not to understand anything, so I had no choice but to bring him here!"
Xiaoqiao repeated the situation to the police, and they asked a few specific questions, to which Xiaoqiao responded absentmindedly.
She subconsciously pressed her cheek to her baby's little face, caressing it gently with tenderness.
She herself did not realize how her expression was full of loving reluctance...
