Barefooted, she rushed to the entryway, violently yanking open the door.
A man stood right in the doorway.
Jing Yiren gazed at the man before her; up close, she could clearly see his face.
His face was slick with sweat, his hair untidy, and his looks were haggard. The child he held in his arms was covered in something black.
Without any light, Jing Yiren couldn't make out what it was, but a strong smell of blood filled her nostrils.
Little Doudou seemed to be sleeping soundly, slightly moving her neck in Lu Ming's arms, her little mouth smacking as she continued to sleep.
Jing Yiren stared blankly at Lu Ming, unable to regain her composure for a long while.
Not until Lu Ming smirked slightly at her and calmly said,
"I've brought our daughter back!"
Our daughter is back! Only then did Jing Yiren snap back to reality upon hearing these words.