At that moment, the feeling of dying came over me.

Now was not the time to collapse. Zhuo Jian took out her cell phone and dialed Wang Yue's number. Wang Yue was already sitting at the door of the hospital, unable to move, and whispered: "Hello, Jian Jian."

"Mom, Cheng, something happened to Cheng?"

"Jian Jian, mom has already called the police. Everyone is looking for her. We will definitely find her."

"Um."

She heard Wang Yue's voice trembling and accepted the fact.

There was also a small orange toy on the hospital bed. She took it in her hand and looked at it. Suddenly she remembered a person and immediately dialed his number again.

"Sheng Xin?"

"Zhuo Jian? What's wrong?"

"Do you know anyone in Hainan who can help? My son was stolen."

Zhuo Jian held the phone tightly, and her heart was wrenching every time she said the next sentence.

"Don't worry, I'll find someone for help right away. Where are you? I'll go find you."

"Hospital."


Chapter completed!