Little Third was missing!
"Little Third?"
Unable to see the little one's figure, Tang Nuanning's heart suddenly lurched, "Little Third? Little Third, Little Third! Little Third!!"
There was no response to her calls; she became frantic and quickly grabbed nearby people to ask,
"Hello, have you seen a little boy, about this tall, five years old, wearing an off-white sweater and black sweatpants, and very handsome?"
As she spoke, she flipped through her album to find a photo of Little Third to show to the people in the mall,
"He looks like this, chubby cheeked, and he was just waiting for me outside the restroom."
"Didn't see him."
"Didn't see him."
Her search came up empty, and Tang Nuanning started to cry, "Little Third, where are you? Little Third, wuwu..."
She sobbed as she took out her phone to call the police.
Her first thought was that those women were taking revenge on her; Little Third had been kidnapped by them.
