Bu Qingqing listened to her young mistress's cries getting louder and louder, almost to the point of tears herself. "Young Mistress, how about I call the Young Master and ask him?"
"Wuwuwu... Chengxun... Chengxun..."
Wen Meimei was entirely focused on the fact that her Chengxun had gone missing, and didn't hear what Bu Qingqing said.
Bu Qingqing helplessly retreated to the window, took out her phone to make the call, and kept an eye on her young mistress to prevent her from running out.
After a while, the call connected, and the little girl immediately cried, "Young Master, the Young Mistress is clamoring to find you, what should we do? She's been crying and fussing, I can't persuade her."
Qiao Chengxun's eyes reflected a hint of exhaustion. He raised a hand to massage his throbbing temples. He hadn't slept well for several nights, and his body was a bit off today.
"Bring her over, and be careful on the road."
"Uh, okay."
