"Oh, it's okay."
The little boy had left, and a pair of tender hands suddenly rested on her shoulders, "Xinlan, what's wrong?"
Rong Shaoze turned her body around, his eyes filled with concern as he asked her.
Lin Xinlan shook her head, "It's nothing, let's go."
A trace of confusion flashed through Rong Shaoze's eyes. Back in the car, he glanced at her and asked, "Did you just mistake that boy for Xiaocong?"
Lin Xinlan leaned against the seat, closing her eyes wearily and sadly.
"But he isn't..." she murmured softly.
Rong Shaoze took her hand, noticed the sweat on her forehead, and carefully wiped it away with a tissue.
"Xinlan, if Xiaocong is still in B City, it's impossible for me not to find him."
He had searched almost the entire B City several times over; no matter where he hid, Shaoze was confident he could find him.
If he wasn't found, it meant he wasn't in B City.
