Gu Qichen saw Xia Yangyang's distressed appearance.
His heart ached terribly.
He knew what Xia Yangyang's physical condition was right now.
Xia Yangyang stood up and took a sip of water.
Gu Qichen said, "You should rest here for a bit, leave the rest to me."
But Xia Yangyang had no mind to rest now.
Although practically the entire city had been mobilized by now.
Xia Yangyang's heart was still in chaos.
Little Xingxing is still so young.
Where could a little girl like her go?
It's been two hours since it happened.
How is it that there's still no news at all?
In Xia Yangyang's heart, Xingxing is not that kind of willful child.
Even if she ran away herself, she wouldn't be so stubborn as to never come back.
Maybe she would come back once she figured things out.
Xia Yangyang still held onto this hope in her heart.
Xia Yangyang searched through every street and alley, asking practically everyone she saw if they had seen a little girl, five years old, with pigtails.
