Qiao Yu looked at Fu Shinian, feeling a deep ache in his heart. Just as he was about to speak up on Fu Shinian's behalf, the usually kind and gentle elderly woman suddenly lashed out at Qiao Yu:
"You stay right there and don't move. I want to hear it from him."
Fu Shinian looked at the elderly woman. His lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end, no sound came out. If anything happened to the elderly woman, it might just destroy him as well.
"Are you unwilling to speak, or unable to speak?" The elderly woman stared at Fu Shinian. "If you want to keep hiding it from me, then fine, but look at yourself now—unkempt, disheveled. If I believed Qiqi is fine, then all these years of raising you have been for nothing. Tell me the truth. I've mentally prepared myself. I can bear it. But you can't leave me in the dark about what's happened to Qiqi."
At this point, Fu Shinian had no choice but to open his mouth. Clenching his back teeth, he finally said:
"Qiqi is missing."
