They were still talking when they heard rustling sounds inside. Feng Wu's beautiful mother then dashed out.
"Xiao Wu…"
Seeing Feng Wu, the beautiful lady threw herself into her daughter's arms and wouldn't let go. She was trembling so violently that her slim figure reminded one of a butterfly on a winter day. She looked so frightened.
Patting her mother gently on the back, Feng Wu comforted her in a soft voice. "There, there. I'm back, aren't I?"
"Sob —" The beautiful lady sobbed uncontrollably and her trembling hands wouldn't let go of Feng Wu's clothes. "Xiao Wu… Don't leave me behind, Xiao Wu…"
"No, of course not. Xiao Wu is right here with you." Feng Wu consoled her mother patiently.
