"What's going on?" Qin Jian was taken aback and asked hurriedly.
"It's a long story, Dad. Uncle He and Yueyue are still waiting outside the courtyard, can you bring them in?" Ning Chenguang was still worried about He Fusheng and Yueyue getting wet in the rain and pleaded with Qin Jian to hurry up.
"Alright! I'll go right away, don't worry." Qin Jian put down his son, took two umbrellas from the house, and went out to fetch He Fusheng.
An Hao quickly took her son inside, changed his wet clothes, and gave him a dry set. She hugged and kissed him affectionately before asking about the situation: "Guangguang, what did you mean when you said you almost couldn't see us with Yueyue?"
"Mom, there are bad people! People who steal children!" Ning Chenguang's eyes lit up with anger as he mentioned it, "Mom, why don't the police take away all the child-stealing bad people?"
