"Right." Something crossed his mind, and he asked curiously, "How did you know Anping was in the park? I thought it would take quite some effort to find him."
Yin Ci gently ruffled her son's hair: "I once told Anping a little story. In the story, a lost child drops small stones along the way as markers, and his family finds him successfully."
Before she walked into the shopping mall, she noticed small stones neatly lined up on the ground.
She followed the trail of stones westward and found her son at the end of it.
She never imagined that a simple story would be remembered and applied by Anping. It was incredible.
Lu Jianshen's eyes softened, feeling pride for his son as well.
Upon realizing that the child only cried out for his mother and remained silent otherwise, Yin Ci felt grief in her heart.
"Did you leave the manor because you were upset that I was kind to Yu?"
"I know I was wrong. If you don't want to interact with Yu, you can just ignore her."