Xia Muqing frowned and pondered. Finally, she found an image in one of her memories.
Two slightly older girls snatched something from a little girl.
The little girl was crying miserably, but no one around her helped or intervened.
The intensity of her emotions conveyed to Xia Muqing and allowed her to know that this thing was very important to the girl.
In that case…
On the day that the two of them had agreed to meet, Xia Chuxing sat confidently in a room in the Yulan Inn. She was sure that Xia Muqing would definitely turn up.
Time passed slowly. There was no sight of her, and Xia Chuxing's confidence started to waver.
She kept ordering people to take a look around the streets.
Two hours had passed since their appointment.
Xia Muqing hadn't arrived.
Xia Chuxing's expression had already turned ugly.
She felt a little weak. If this couldn't lure her out, she really had no other way.
