"Our Baobao is still living safely somewhere!" A sharp pain stabbed at Mu Ci's heart, as if someone were piercing it with needles. He pulled out the only photo they had of their child. "Look, this is our Baobao. We've seen him on the phone before."
"But our Baobao is sick." Xu Qiaoqiao looked as though she were trapped in a nightmare.
"It's fine." Mu Ci's tone was full of conviction. "Baobao's health has already improved, and besides, since the other party wants something from us, they will definitely make sure our Baobao is well."
Chapter 1911