"Xiao Mo? What are you thinking about?" Jiang Jinghao looked at her with a trace of concern in his eyes.
"Nothing, just go inside. Officer Zhang probably has a lot to ask you about Aunt Feng." Qiao Mo forced a smile, suppressing the unease in her heart.
For an entire week, Qiao Mo accompanied Jiang Jinghao, running all over the place.
They searched every place Aunt Feng might have gone, visiting the police station became a routine.
But there was still no news of Mrs. Jiang, as if she had vanished into thin air, and both of their emotions hit rock bottom.
"Xiao Mo, please listen. Let me take you home first." Jiang Jinghao stood in the corridor of the police station, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion, yet still worried about Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo shook her head, "You go home and get some sleep. I'll wait for any news. Otherwise, your body won't be able to take it."
For a week, neither of them had a good night's sleep.
