"She's about as tall as Grandma, similar build, probably in her twenties, quite young and pretty, wearing a dress, though I can't really describe the color of the dress..." Little Junjun muttered softly.
"Dark or light?" Xiao Qingcang inquired.
"It's light-colored!" Little Junjun's reply came even quieter.
The police officer standing by immediately responded to Xiao Qingcang. "What the child said is basically correct!"
All of Xiao Qingcang's doubts seemed to have found an outlet, and his expression became even more serious. "Junjun, tell me the truth, where is your mother?"
Little Junjun, with his head bowed, suddenly shivered and looked up, sneaking a glance at his father. "...I didn't see Mom!"
Just then, Xiao Qingcang's phone rang again.
The officer who had come in to call looked astonished at the room, at Xiao Qingcang. "Are you here to pick up Shen Hanqian?"