The night sky, as black as a curtain, is filled with brilliant stars and dots. Occasionally, a meteor streaks across the sky, coming and going in a hurry, leaving no trace.

After arriving at Judaotang, Qin Younian wanted to take the little baby back. Just as he stretched out his hand, there was a sound of something heavy falling outside the house, followed by Sun Zhen's cursing voice. The little baby was frightened by the sound and his whole body trembled. The trembling movement made the hearts of those who were watching him rise to their throats.

"Wow..." The little kid was frightened awake. He was not fully awake yet and thought he was still in the hands of the bad guys. He was so scared that he cried very sadly, but he shouted in his little baby voice with a strong crying tone, "Brother..."

"Guoguo, don't cry. Brother is here."

Mu Qingji held the little boy in his arms and patted his back, glanced at Qin Younian with a gloomy face and Chu Jinhan with sharp eyes, then turned around, held the little boy in his arms, went upstairs and entered his room.

"Old Qin, let Xiao Ji take care of the child first," Chu Jinhan said seriously and sincerely as he looked at Qin Younian who was following Mu Qingji's back as he left. "I think you may need to take care of some things."

Qin Younian withdrew his gaze, and the coldness and deterrence that he had deliberately suppressed just now were now completely released. He turned around and walked out the door without saying a word, with bloodthirsty murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Chu Jinhan was afraid that he had killed someone, so he quickly chased him out and tried to persuade him appropriately, at least to keep him alive. Otherwise, he would have a hard time explaining to the police.

After Mu Qingji entered the room holding the crying little baby, he went straight to the bedroom. The bedroom was lit with warm yellow lights, exuding warmth everywhere. He listened to the crying of the little baby and felt his heart trembling and in great pain.

"Guoguo, it's okay, it's safe here."

Mu Qingji patted the little baby who was holding on to his clothes tightly and comforted him softly. The little baby whimpered softly, and his little voice was full of grievance and fear. This time, he was really scared by Sun Zhen and others.

But the little girl listened to Mu Qingji's voice and looked around with sobs. The furnishings and sex supplies in Mu Qingji's bedroom were all in monotonous colors, mostly gray and blue. Most of the clothes in the cloakroom were black, except for the socks, which had more colors, black, gray, white, blue, and brown.

The little boy was not in an environment that frightened him, and his crying gradually became quieter. Soon his attention was attracted by a painting and a framed text that Mu Qingji had placed on the bedside table.

The painting and the calligraphy were both gifts that Xiaonaituanzi had given to Mu Qingji when he sent her meat and fruits and vegetables. The painting was a watercolor by Mu Qingji, and the calligraphy was an ancient poem from the Tang Dynasty's Li Shen's "Pity the Peasants (Part One)" and "Pity the Peasants (Part Two)".

The two poems were written together. Little Naitanzi's calligraphy became more and more exquisite. The two poems were written very beautifully. The characters were vigorous and powerful, with elegance and wisdom, combining hardness and softness. He already had his own way of writing, which was extremely beautiful.

The original intention of the little boy writing these two poems for Mu Qingji was to let him cherish food and not waste it. He didn't expect that Mu Qingji would cherish it so much that he would frame it and put it on the bedside table. She stopped crying for a moment, rubbed her eyes, and buried her little face in his chest without saying a word.

Mu Qingji pulled the blanket and wrapped him in a safe environment. He hugged him and patted his back gently. Looking at his furry little head, the heartache in his eyes almost materialized. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

The little kid rubbed his little face against Mu Qingji's chest, then showed his little face, looked up at Mu Qingji, and said to him in a baby voice, "Brother~ drink milk~"

Mu Qingji looked at the little boy's watery big grape eyes and his aggrieved face, and felt his heart throbbing with pain. He stretched out his hand to rub the little boy's head and said softly, "Brother will help you wash, you..."

"Wu... don't..." The little kid sobbed and rejected Mu Qingji's proposal before he could finish his words. His crying voice sounded very pitiful, "Brother, don't go..."

"Brother won't leave," Mu Qingji wiped the little boy's tears and hugged him in his arms distressedly, "Brother will call your father and ask him to make you some milk and bring it over. We'll go to bed after we finish the milk, okay?"

The little kid listened to Mu Qingji's words, pouted his lips and wiped away his tears with his little fingers, and said in a baby voice, "Yeah."

After hearing this, Mu Qingji gently rubbed his little head, took out his cell phone and called Chu Jinhan. Chu Jinhan had just pulled Qin Younian out of the basement, and the expression on his face was indescribably good.

"Lao Qin, you're too ruthless. It will be hard to explain to the police when these guys are in this state."

Chu Jinhan looked back at the bloodstains on the floor of the basement, clicked his tongue a few times, and looked back at Qin Younian who was wiping his hands with a wet tissue. He didn't think he was cruel or anything. If these guys attacked Mu Qingji, he might be even more ruthless than Qin Younian.

"Find someone to treat them, and I'll come back after they're cured."

Qin Younian handed the wet tissue he had used to wipe his hands to Zhao Kun. Zhao Kun took the blood-stained wet tissue, wrapped it in a tissue, and then threw it into the trash can.

"Old Qin, it still has to be you."

Chu Jinhan smiled angrily. When he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He was stunned for a moment, took out his cell phone, and when he saw Mu Qingji, he answered the call directly on speakerphone, "Xiaoji, do you have any requests? Right now."

"Is Master Qin by your side?" Mu Qingji saw the little boy looking at his phone, paused, and changed his way of speaking. After asking the question, he rubbed the little boy's head and said softly, "Guoguo, do you want to talk to Daddy yourself?"

"My dear son! Daddy is here, you can tell him anything you want."

Before Chu Jinhan could tell Mu Qingji that Qin Younian was by his side, Qin Younian held his cell phone anxiously and said this, his voice revealing deep worry and heartache.

When the little boy heard Qin Younian's voice, his big, round eyes were instantly filled with tears and grievances, but he had no intention of letting go of Mu Qingji. He just pouted his lips and said in his cute, aggrieved, and crying voice, "Daddy... drink neinei~"

"Do you want some milk?" Qin Younian looked at Chu Jinhan and asked him with his eyes if he had any milk powder. Chu Jinhan shrugged at him. Qin Younian had no choice but to say softly to the little boy, "My dear son, be good. Daddy will make you some milk right away. Just be good and don't cry."

The little kid hummed softly, then buried his little face in Mu Qingji's chest and wiped his tears on his shirt. He looked pitiful.

Qin Younian looked at Chu Jinhan, who turned to look at He Xi. He Xi adjusted his glasses, bowed slightly to him, and turned to leave. Qin Younian followed Chu Jinhan out. Mu Qingji said to Qin Younian, "Second Master Qin, Guoguo's emotions are not very stable right now. I'll hang up first. Please quickly make the milk and bring it up."

Qin Younian listened to Mu Qingji's words. Although he felt that this kid was annoying, he didn't bother with the kid because he could make the little kid not sad and cry. "I understand."

The call ended just like that. Mu Qingji put the phone on the bedside table, lay down on the bed holding the little boy, let him lie on top of him, pulled the quilt carefully and tightly to cover his little body, and patted his back gently.