Yanling cried out of frustration, raising his head with tears streaming down as he looked at Xiaolian. Xiaolian's heart softened instantly, "Sister Xiaolian, I want to go find Mommy. No matter where she is, I must find her. She can't develop the habit of not coming home at night."
Xiaolian rubbed her eyebrows, "But we don't know where to look. What should we do?"
"Wah!" Yanling cried even harder, as if he was about to be abandoned. Xiaolian felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She leaned over to pick up Yanling and sat down on the sofa, "Ling, don't cry. Be good. Sister Xiaolian will think of a way to find Sister Yan."
Yanling immediately stopped crying, gazing at Xiaolian expectantly. Xiaolian sighed, "Did you just talk to that uncle on the phone? Do you know him?"
"I don't know him, but he used to always live across from our place. He must have intentionally stayed there, wanting to wait for us to let down our guard and take my mommy away." Yanling said resentfully.
