The child was only four years old, and by the time he got to the part where his mom stopped moving, his voice was choked with sobs. The little nasal whimpers came in quivers, just like a lamb, heart-wrenchingly pitiful to hear.
Ou Mucen stood up from the chair abruptly, grabbed the car keys on the table, and without a word of explanation, he turned and left the place, "Xiaobao, don't panic. First, tell Uncle where you are now?"
"We're at the West Station entrance."
"So the phone you're holding, is it someone else's?"
"Mhm, a sister lent it to me. After I finish, I'll give it back to her..."
Hearing this voice, the child on the other end of the phone gradually calmed down. Afterwards, he clearly informed Ou Mucen of their exact location and their current situation.
Ou Mucen instructed him to stay put and then hurried downstairs to get his car, speeding towards the location the boy had described.
