At that moment, the communication phone in the car rang.
It was Mom's voice.
"Lingxin."
The small hand paused at the car door, wanting to move, yet hesitant.
"Go back to your seat, Lingxin, let them take you home first."
"Mom—" Lingxin turned his head back, looking at the display in the car.
The bewilderment, anger, and fear on the eldest son's face were all transmitted to Gu Nuan through the camera.
Gu Nuan's heart naturally clenched into a knot. By her side, her husband suddenly jumped up.
"Your dad will go to the site to find your brother, so you come back. If you don't trust them, you can trust Mom and Dad, right?"
