"Son, I'm sorry to you and Xiaoxian, I took Xiaohua out and almost let her be—"
As she spoke, she was so upset that she couldn't continue.
Lu Xiao looked at Little Niuniu, who was sucking on her pacifier and sleeping soundly. He carefully took her from his mother's arms, feeling her weight in his own embrace for a while before seriously speaking to his mother:
"Mom, don't blame yourself. My friends at the police station have told me all about it. Those people staged a play to take the child, inside and out there were several people involved. You couldn't have fought them off, so there's no way this could be your fault."
Lu Xiao's mother still felt troubled. Little Niuniu was also her precious darling. If something had really happened, she felt like she wouldn't be able to live on.
She sobbed and said, "If I hadn't taken her out, it would've been fine. I just shouldn't have—"
"Mom...!"
Lu Xiao stopped her, sighed with some sentiment, and slowly said:
