Little Crybaby was still there...
Ning Xia's face turned pale, and she dashed toward the rest area. As most of the crowd was surging out, she bit her lip and squeezed in laboriously. In the chaos, her feet were ruthlessly trampled on several times.
Ignoring the pain, she forcefully made her way through and ran back to the chair where they had been sitting.
Little Crybaby's backpack had been tossed onto the ground beside the chair, but he was gone. She didn't know if he had run away out of fear or if he had been pushed away by someone else.
She quickly looked around, but all she could see was a sea of people, each one screaming in panic. She couldn't make out if Little Crybaby was among them.
Her heart was racing uncontrollably, and she could only shout for Little Crybaby while pushing through the crowd in search of him.
"Little Crybaby, where are you? Little Crybaby! I'm Super Sister, can you hear me?"
"Little Crybaby! Little Crybaby!"
