Yu Ling and Nan Tian left, considerately closing the door behind them.
As soon as they left, Jian Xi rushed into Nan Mufeng's arms.
The tears she'd held back for so long flowed down: "Today was really terrifying."
Letting the child be in danger was far more frightening than risking herself.
"Isn't everything okay now? Come on, don't cry. Be careful or Little Watermelon will be born a little crybaby." Nan Mufeng gently patted Jian Xi's back.
In fact, he himself felt the same way.
It felt like he had died and come back to life.
Even now, thinking about his son being kidnapped, his heart thumped wildly.
Nan Mufeng took out two necklaces from his pocket: "These are for Little Pumpkin and Little Watermelon, so they can always reach us, no matter where they are."
"Really?" Jian Xi took the necklaces to look.
They were just two ordinary silver necklaces, with pendants being the currently trendy Luck-turning Bead; nothing seemed special about them.
