"No way, our Little Jing is such a good girl, she would never mess around." Mrs. Xu didn't believe Mr. Xu's words at all.
"Think quickly, what was Little Jing wearing when she left the house?"
Mrs. Xu thought for a moment and shook her head.
"I really didn't pay attention. You don't suppose it really was our Little Jing, do you? If that were true, I... I wouldn't want to live anymore."
As she spoke, Mrs. Xu began to dab at her tears.
Xu Wenming immediately said.
"Hey, it's not confirmed yet. What are you crying about? Besides, I only saw a silhouette, I didn't even see her face."
"But what if it was Little Jing? Tell me, what's it mean for a girl like her, not coming home this late, not answering her phone? Tell me, what's going on?"
"Do you think Little Jing is secretly dating some riffraff behind our backs?"
Xu Jing's mother had already imagined many unsavory scenarios in her mind.
Xu Wenming waved his hand and said.