Zhao Muyun and the child walked side by side toward the direction of the car.
The light was dim in the winter night, and the child was bundled up in layers, resembling a little cotton ball. A black down jacket hung down to the child's calves, and apart from two small black snow boots moving back and forth, not even a basic outline could be seen—let alone the fact that Zhao Muyun was blocking the view.
Ye Xi's adrenaline surged, overwhelmed with excitement.
She quickly paid the fare and pushed the taxi door open to get out.
She had long forgotten Lu Lingxiao's WeChat message, her entire heart set on the child.
Ye Xi's heart raced with excitement as she unconsciously followed them.
But as she drew closer to the truth, she stopped, hesitating on the spot.
Although she didn't know if the child was the one Zhao Muyun mentioned, her intuition kept pushing her to get closer…
