Si Mingjing imagined a five-year-old child solemnly declaring that he would look after her in the future. She couldn't help but smile and grip the box of pastries tighter. "Jingzhe is such a lovable child," she said. "Madam, I feel a strong connection with him. He and my son Xiaobai are both exceptionally warm-hearted children. Has his mother not been found yet? Do you need any help looking for her? The more people we have, the stronger we are."
Si Mingjing could sense that Ye Jingzhe desperately wanted a mother. Mo Yinhe had also told her that he originally wanted to buy a necklace from the child, but the child said he wanted to keep the necklace to give to his mother. If they could find his mother, the child would surely be so happy, wouldn't he?
When this topic was raised, Old Madam Hua sighed deeply. "How could I not want to find her? But unfortunately, there's not a single trace to follow. I only know that the girl's surname is Ye."
