Mrs. Pei hurried over and picked up the phone. "Hello, who's this?"
Her voice was calm but betrayed a hint of panic, and Song Weiyi sighed behind her.
A moment later, Mrs. Pei hung up the phone despondently.
"They got it wrong, it wasn't them."
Song Weiyi steadied her and said gently, "Don't worry, Dad, Uncle, and Yibai are all working hard on this. Yiting will be fine."
"It's late, Mom, you should get some sleep. I'll stay here and watch. If there's any news, I'll tell you right away."
Mrs. Pei shook her head violently, "I can't sleep. I want to wait here."
For them, Yiting, their late-in-life son, was their lifeblood, their joy. Now that he was missing, they felt a void inside.
Seeing this, Song Weiyi could only give up on persuading.
It was past three in the morning when Pei Chengde finally came back.
There was no news. The people who had taken Pei Yiting had disappeared as if off the face of the earth.
