The trio descended from Morning Cloud Restaurant, following the sound of gongs and drums to where the crowd had gathered.
At this time, around a dozen people carrying wooden stools and hoes ran out from the opposite building, chased by four to five people who were crying out "tea fee" or the likes.
Mo Lian automatically grasped Qiao Mu's small hand, pulling her close to avoid the surging stream of people.
"Qiaoqiao."
"Mom?" While in Mo Lian's embrace, Qiao Mu hastily turned her head around.
After hurrying over, Wei Ziqin heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Qiao Mu was safe and sound. She held Qiao Mu's hand and said, "Mom has finally found you."
"Mom, you didn't go back with Sister and them?"
"We did, we did. It's just that we received a letter from the Thief Sage Ding Tingding at home…"
"What letter?" Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and Qiao Mu all asked in unison.
