"Baby, baby, hug." The smile on her face melted as her maternal love appeared. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. However, no matter how hard she tried, there was nothing in her arms. There was no baby.

No, Jing Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at Yang Ziying. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She murmured with sorrow, "Baby, baby, where is it?"

"Xiao Yan, you must be strong. Mom believes that you will definitely get better."

Mo Xiaoxiao held the photo and looked up at Yang Ziying. Her tears rolled down as she kept shaking her head and backing away.

She refused to let Yang Ziying touch the photo in her arms again. With a trembling lips, she muttered, "Baby, baby, don't take away my baby, don't take away my baby."

At the end of his struggle, he suddenly stood up and pushed Yang Ziying, who was reaching out to support him, out of the room.

Xuan Peng also stood up. He never relaxed his focus on Mo Xiaoxiao. When he left the room, he followed his.

"This is?" The few women who were chatting looked at the swinging door, while Qiu Hong hurriedly followed her out.

Yang Ziying leaned against the sofa, not having the strength to get up. The events of the past few days had completely destroyed her will. All these years, she had been begging for everything to return to normal.

With great difficulty, she lifted her head to look at the other concerned eyes. Yang Ziying smiled and listened to her misty voice, "I'm fine. The one suffering is Xiao Yan."

After the Xiao family suppressed all these matters, these women would not dare to say anything even if they knew. They did not want to gossip either. Some could gossip, while others could not have a tongue.

This was especially true for the Xiao family. Any unforeseen event would cause them to be affected greatly. Which family didn't have to rely on the shadow of the Xiao family?

After Qiu Hong left, she returned shortly after. Her eyes were red, and the faint smile on her face could not hide her fatigue.

"Little Rascal is tired. Xuan Peng wants to bring her back to rest. We sisters haven't gathered yet, so I really want to chat with you."

Yang Ziying leaned her body against the sofa. She saw that the other women were also lazily lying down. The privacy here was very good, and the soundproofing effect was also good. She didn't want to talk, but wanted to hear what they had to say.

A few women surrounded Qiu Hong and chatted about other things. They didn't bring up Xuan Peng and Mo Xiaoxiao, but they understood Qiu Hong's intentions. They used their mouths to spread the news that Xuan Peng and Mo Xiaoxiao were siblings.

As for why, if Qiu Hong and Yang Ziying did not say it, they would not ask.

Mo Xiaoxiao held the picture, her mind was in a mess. Who was she, baby, the picture of her and the baby.

Where is the baby? She was going to find the baby, and she was standing in the street of cars, looking for the babies in their swaddles, and her baby would be waiting for her to carry them.

Xuan Peng followed him out. He waved his hand to indicate for the car to go around Mo Xiaoxiao and carefully held her shoulders. He said softly, "Xiao Yan, let's go home. Baby is at home."

"Baby, go home, baby." Jing Xiaoxiao was dumbstruck. Stunned, she raised her foot and was about to leave.

Xuan Peng quickly grabbed her hand to let her avoid the car that was coming toward them. The car that was coming towards them pierced Xuan Peng's eyes.

He still remembered all the misery he had had with Mo Xiaoxiao. It was from the accident that she had gotten into a car accident. The misunderstanding had started. Wang Yiling had intervened between them. Then he had gotten into a car accident, and then lost her memory. Everything was reflected in the traffic flow.

Xuan Peng held on tightly to Jing Xiaoxue's shoulder. He was afraid that history would repeat itself, so he consoled his with a gentle voice, "Xiao Yan, the baby is at home. He's waiting for you to go back home and hug him to coax him to sleep. Xiao Yun, let's go home. The baby is hungry."

"Yes, home." As she let Xuan Peng pull her away, she looked at the cars as tears continued to flow from the corners of her eyes.

A figure stood on the other side of the street as she watched Xuan Peng gently bring Mo Xiaoxiao away. The hatred and fear in her eyes intertwined, causing her originally cold face to turn cold.

Wang Yiling's hand clenched into a fist as she looked in disbelief at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was standing beside Xuan Peng. How could she still be alive? She should be dead. Wang Yiling's face was extremely pale, and she did not dare step forward.

Although there was something strange about Mo Xiaoxiao's expression, Wang Yiling was still afraid. How could this be?

She tried her best to hide her body, afraid of being seen by Jing Xiaoxiao. If Xuan Peng knew the truth, if Jing Xiaoxiao saw her, it would be the same.

Wang Yiling could only watch as Xuan Peng and Mo Xiaoxiao's figures disappeared into the distance. She gritted her teeth and bit the corner of her lips. Why was Mo Xiaoxiao's life so important?

Wang Yiling would not rashly appear in front of her mother before she was sure that she was the one who had harmed her.

After Yang Ziying spoke with Xiao Yuelin, she decided to pay a visit to the Xuan Peng Family. However, she didn't go alone. She dragged Qiu Hong along with her.

He knocked on the door of Xuan Peng's house with the gifts that were left behind by the silent and small dye, as well as some food.

Xuan Peng put on a casual home attire and politely let them in. They were stunned the moment they entered the room. The living room was filled with all sorts of stuffed toys, and there wasn't even a place to put their feet.

Between these furry toys sat Silent Dye. She was very busy. She would piss this baby, feed another baby, and even shake the other baby to sleep in the middle.

It had only been a short period of time and there were already so many toys. Qiu Hong looked at the label on it and knew that it was new. Without even thinking about it, she knew how much Xuan Peng loved her.

Qiu Hong's nose turned sour. It was a pity that this love was destined to be forever covered by family love. Qiu Hong knew that her daughter was lucky, and Xiao Meng Han was also an outstanding man. Even though this man was busy at the moment, she didn't know what he was busy with.

It was impossible for her to not have a grudge. Qiu Hong looked at Yang Ziying, who was also shocked.

If Xiao Menghan and Emery were together, Xiao Menghan would be the one accompanying his.

"Meng Han is still out searching." Yang Ziying could feel her friend's gaze on her, so she tried to explain.

This was the truth. If she could stay by her side, Yang Ziying did not doubt that her son would not take a step further.

Xuan Peng carried two cups of tea and looked at the full room full of toys. With a gentle smile, he invited the two elders over to the dining hall because this was Xiao Yan's and her baby's territory.

There was another reason why Qiu Hong was here. She wanted to take Jing Xiaoxiao to her place.

In this period of time, she had thought it through. She decided to have a showdown with Yang Meng. The missing maternal love she wanted to return to her daughter was double. The love she had for her child made Qiu Hong ashamed.

Yang Ziying and Qiu Hong both rejected Xuan Peng's suggestion and sat down on the floor.

Not far away from her, watching her take care of the babies with all her heart, Yang Ziying felt the corner of her eyes moisten as she mumbled to herself, "Meng Han has a good wife, Xiao Yan is a good wife. I just hope Meng Han can find my child as soon as possible, and the three of them can reunite as soon as possible."

A glint of light flashed across Xuan Peng's eyes. Listening to Yang Ziying's words, he didn't say anything. Instead, she lowered her head and raised her eyebrows, quietly watching as Mo Xiaoxiao and her baby whispered to each other.