"Xiao Mi'er." Di Li shed tears with sadness. How could her daughter get lost? Xiao Mi'er was just two years old. Lin Xiaosa's heart was torn off, but he could not let Di Li see his weakness. So, he just shouldered everything quietly.

"Brother Lin, can I have a moment with you?" Xu Linghe patted the woman's little hand to comfort her. As for the disappearance of Xiao Douya, the little woman was the saddest one. Being a man, Xu Linghe thought he should shoulder more. They two ...