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nWith the old woman leading the way, Mo Rao and Fu Ying quickly found their seats.

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nBut although there were people coming and going there, there was no sign of Momo at all.

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nThe boy spoke. “A boy put it here. I saw him walk that way!”

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nThen he pointed in a direction.

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nThere were clearly fewer people in that direction. It was far away from the lively places, and even the streetlights were dimmer.

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nMo Rao thanked him excitedly. “Thank you!”

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nWith that, she pulled Fu Ying in that direction.

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nFu Ying let her pull him and enjoyed this rare moment.

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nThe two of them called along the road and searched. Finally, behind a flower bed, they saw a small body curled up in the corner. Her eyes revealed a hint of fear.

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nHearing Mo Rao’s voice, he stood up. “Sister!”

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nThe moment she saw Momo, Mo Rao almost cried. She was really too worried about this child.

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nShe rushed over and hugged Momo. “Momo, thank goodness you’re fine…”

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nAt this moment, Momo was already cold all over, like an ice cube. She could feel a chilly sensation in her arms.

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nMo Rao let go of him and prepared to take off her coat to put it on silently.

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nHowever, Fu Ying was faster. He took off his jacket and put it on Momo. This simple action made Mo Rao gave an inexplicable feeling.

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nHe was actually quite considerate sometimes, but this considerateness wasn’t towards her.

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nMo Rao bent down and wanted to carry Momo, but Fu Ying was faster.

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nFaced with the unfamiliar man’s hug, Momo didn’t reject him. Instead, he obediently let Fu Ying carry him.

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n“Momo, why did you run out alone? Do you know how worried everyone is? Your father is almost worried to death,” Mo Rao said helplessly as she looked at the child in Fu Ying’s arms.

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n“I wanted to come out and play.” Momo’s words were always short, but Zhang Zhe was right. There wasn’thing wrong with his communication skills. He could express his thoughts and feelings articulately.

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nMo Rao squeezed Momo’s little hand with heartache. “Then you have to tell Dad and the others. You can’t run out alone!”

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n“Daddy is busy. I don’t have any friends.” Momo’s dark eyes looked innocent and naive. Although he was autistic, he was only a child. His world was even simpler and purer than other children.

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nThe age of four was the most carefree period of one’s life.

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nHowever, Momo said that he had no friends and his father didn’t have time to accompany him.

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nThese words made Mo Rao’s heart ache.

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nShe replied gently, “Then I’ll be your friend from now on, okay? If you’re bored in the future, you can play with me.”

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nMomo stared at Mo Rao seriously for a while before suddenly smiling. His innocent smile made Mo Rao overjoyed.

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nSuddenly, Momo saw the toy car in Mo Rao’s hand. “My toy car!”

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n“Yes, it’s your toy car. Now, you have to bring your toy car home, okay?” Mo Rao coaxed.

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nMomo nodded.

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nMo Rao and Fu Ying returned to the park with Momo. Zhang Zhe had been waiting for them there.

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nAfter knowing that Momo had been found, Zhang Zhe was relieved.

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nAs soon as he saw Fu Ying get out of the car with the child in his arms, Zhang Zhe rushed over and tears instantly fell. “Momo!”

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nHis child was his life. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if he lost him.

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nHearing her father’s voice, Momo also shouted, “Dad!”

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nZhang Zhe hugged Momo tightly.

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nMo Rao was touched by this scene. She could tell that Zhang Zhe really loved his child too much.

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nPoor parents. No matter what their children were like, in their hearts, children were always the most important and most inseparable existence.

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n“Brother Zhang, bring Momo to the hospital for a checkup. He was outside for so long alone. I wonder if he’s injured,” Mo Rao reminded kindly.

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nZhang Zhe wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded gratefully. “Alright, Rao Rao, President Fu, thank you so much this time. I owe you two a favor!”

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n“There’s no need to say such things. Go quickly!” Mo Rao was a little embarrassed.

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nZhang Zhe nodded at Fu Ying, who responded. Only then did the father and son leave.

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nAfter Zhang Zhe and his son left, Mo Rao returned the coat to Fu Ying. “Put it on. Don’t catch a cold.”

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nFu Ying, satisfied that Mo Rao was so concerned about him, smiled. He put on his coat. “Alright, let’s go back too. It’s late.”

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