Mo Tianhan received the news on his way home. It made him extremely anxious.
Not only was he worried about his missing son, but he was also concerned about the elderly and his wife at home.
When the car finally returned to the old mansion, Mo Tianhan alighted in a hurry before the vehicle had even come to a stop. He didn't care about his image and his footsteps were swift, almost breaking into a jog.
When he saw his family, his heart skipped a beat.
"Dad, Boyuan, he..."
Old Master Mo waved his hand, but it was obvious that his expression wasn't very good.
"We know everything," stated Old Master Mo.
Mo Tianhan had originally planned to keep it a secret. Alas, all of them knew, including little Ningning who was sitting upright at the corner of the sofa!
The word 'missing' was not something that the little boy could completely understand.
