The group searched the entire villa but still couldn't find anyone. Fu Xi scratched her head, thinking she might have heard Fu Jin's voice while she was sleeping.
She thought she was dreaming, but now that he's gone, it seems it's real.
"What should we do? Jinjin is usually close to your father, but now that he's not doing well, what if she does something drastic?"
Mrs. Fu paced back and forth in the villa anxiously, for she had watched the child grow up and treated her like her own daughter.
"Mom, don't worry. Keep looking inside the villa. Xun Ting and I will go outside to look for it. Wait for us at home. Call us if you have any news."
Fu Xi was also getting anxious. Fu Jin was only ten years old, a little girl. Where could she have gone? Could she have been kidnapped by human traffickers?
Otherwise, how could there be no one in the entire villa?
"Alright, alright, go ahead."
…
After leaving the villa, Fu Xi had no idea which way to go. Feeling a bit frustrated, she sighed, "We have no sense of direction at all. How are we supposed to find our way?"
"Where can a little girl like her usually go?" Xun Ting asked.
“She’s usually taken out to play by my dad. But since he’s not taking her, a ten-year-old girl like her probably wouldn’t dare go out by herself. So where could she go now?”
This was Fu Xi's first time experiencing a child search, and she had absolutely no clue what to do.
If I had known the little girl would be so willful, I would have refused to believe it was a dream and simply gotten up to play with her.
It's no use saying all this now.
"Let's go take a look at where your father is buried." Xun Ting thought about it and realized that this was the only direction.
Since the young girl's only connection is Uncle Fu, it's possible that she might be at the place where Uncle Fu is buried.
"Yes, yes, let's go quickly." Fu Xi thought it made sense and couldn't wait to walk away. She had seen too much news and thought it was terrible for a child to get lost.
It would be really bad if you ran into bad people.
They walked all the way to the place where Uncle Fu was buried, only to find that the black and white photo had been taken away.
"???" Fu Xi's lips twitched. Who was so heartless! They didn't even spare a photo of a deceased person, they actually dug it up.
Then, apart from a photograph, there was no one else at the grave.
Fu Jin is not here.
At that moment, a voice from afar caught their attention: "Thank you, miss."
This is Fu Jin's voice.
Fu Xi couldn't wait to walk towards the source of the sound. The first thing she saw was a petite woman, with Fu Jin next to her.
"Sister Po." Fu Jin looked away arrogantly as soon as she saw Fu Xi.
“…Let’s go home.” Fu Xi didn’t intend to argue with her, and reached out her hand, gesturing for her to take it.
"Xunting? Is this someone you know?" Shen Huan frowned as she saw the person following closely behind her, not forgetting her experience of being thrown into a pit last time!
If their homeroom teacher hadn't come back in time to save them, they would all be doomed!
"How did you end up here?" Xun Ting frowned slightly. It wasn't that she imagined people to be too wicked, but rather that Uncle Fu was the only grave here.
Since both Shen Huan and Fu Jin happened to be there... it's inevitable that she'll overthink things.
"How can you be allowed here? This is a cemetery, not your home!" Shen Huan chuckled, her gaze falling on her before finally landing on Fu Xi.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that the three of them knew each other! "Could this little girl be your sister?"
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