As a mother, Luo Xiaoqian understands Mo Mo the best.
This child has completely inherited his father Leng Zimo's bad temper. Although he is more sensible than other children of his age, once he becomes stubborn, even she gets a headache.
What happened just now is really hard for such a young child to understand. She can easily imagine that Mo Mo must be in a bad mood at the moment, so he's hiding somewhere, thinking by himself.
"We are heading in the direction of the pier, it should take about an hour to reach the port," Ah Jiu said.
Luo Xiaoqian took her handbag, retrieved the watch Leng Zirui had given her, opened the surface of the watch, and looked at the positioning system below. A small red dot was flashing on the sea in the east.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the location displayed above and reported the coordinates, "Is this the yacht's coordinates?"
