Pei Xin quickly turned her head to look out the window. She constantly reminded herself to be a strong mother.
She used her hands to wipe away her tears, but when she thought of her missing child, more tears flowed.
"Wipe your tears. You're his mother." That was what Lu Huai wanted to say.
He wanted her to be strong, but seeing Pei Xin constantly shaking her shoulders made him go silent.
He was just a little boy.
In the end, he changed his words. "I still need you to contact the police later. They'll do their best to find him with me around."
Pei Xin took the tissue from his hand, wiped her tears, and blew her nose. She put the tissue in her hand in embarrassment. She knew that Lu Huai was a germaphobe.
Lu Huai frowned again. "Throw it away. Why are you still holding it after using it? Isn't it dirty?"