On the other side, after Song Jiawen left, Yu Heng told Mu Chenyan everything he had just learned about the situation.
"What did you say? Yu Xin, she took Xiaosi..."
Mu Chenyan, thinking about how Xiaosi, who was only three years old and sound asleep, was carried outside and discarded, and how in the end he lay in the alley covered in blood... Her heart clenched tightly, causing her pain that made it unbearable to breathe!
Back then, she had always found it strange; although Xiaosi was only three years old, he was very smart and always obedient—he would definitely not run outside without an adult accompanying him.
How could he have disappeared without any reason?
No matter how much she thought about it, she could never have imagined that someone had intentionally carried him out and discarded him.
And the person who discarded him was a little girl who was only nine years old.
"Where is she? Where is she now?"
