"Son, I'm sorry to you and Xiaoxian. I took Xiaohua out, but almost let her get—"
As she spoke, she was too upset to continue.
Lu Xiao looked at the little Niuniu quietly sleeping with a pacifier in her mouth, carefully took her from his mother's hands, feeling the warmth in his arms for a while, and then seriously said to his mother:
"Mom, don't blame yourself. My friends at the police station have told me about this. They staged a play to steal the child, with people inside and outside. You couldn't have fought them off, so none of this can be blamed on you."
Mother Lu still felt miserable inside. Little Niuniu was her heart and soul. If anything really happened to her, she wouldn't be able to go on living.
She sniffled and said, "If only I hadn't taken her out, I shouldn't have—"
"Mom...!"
