Even though he was heartbroken, he forced a smile to hide his sadness. He didn't want to show his distress to the girl.

Actually, this young boy was scared before; it would be a lie to say he wasn't.

However, the reason for his fear was not whether he could win the fight, but whether Xiao Lian would be hurt if he returned to the scene a second later.

Wenmo even wanted to punch himself twice. Why did he have to leave Xiaolian alone in that kind of place?

The relaxed expression he had been maintaining in front of his father vanished instantly, and he hugged Xia Lian tightly, almost greedily savoring her warmth.

From that moment on, the two of them realized just how important the other was to them, and that even the slightest harm to the other would cause them extra pain.

The embrace lasted for a very long time, so long that the two forgot the time and the presence of others around them.

The woman next to Xia Lian was a policewoman. She had just been about to speak when the girl suddenly rushed into Wen Mo's arms.

"They have such a good relationship," the policewoman said truthfully, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Wen Yiquan crossed his arms over his chest. When he heard her say that, his lips trembled slightly. "Yes, even I didn't know their relationship was this good."

Just over twenty days ago, her son and Xia Lian sat on the same sofa with a considerable distance between them, but now he seems like a completely different person.

That's pretty amazing.

Moreover, only Wen Yiquan could understand why that girl reacted so strongly.

I don't want to lose important people because of myself again.

That's really heavy.