Tang Qiyi looked up and saw Tang Ruoxue standing not far away, cold and like a statue.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, are you here?"

"I found the child!"

Tang Qi was stunned at first, then shouted happily:

"When I heard that the child was lost, I felt that it was the work of the insider, so I passed by the people around me."

"I saw that Tang Wenliang was acting sneakily today, so I positioned his cell phone to come here."

"I didn't expect that the child was really in his hands. When he saw the search everywhere, he wanted to hold him and transfer."

"I was worried that the child would make any mistakes, so I could only shoot first, so I didn't want him to threaten us with the child."

While speaking, Tang Qi picked up the child from the man in black and walked towards Tang Ruoxue with great gratitude.

"Child, Wangfan..."

Tang Ruoxue's delicate body trembled, she reacted, and rushed up to hug the child with excitement.

"Forget all, forget all!"

Tang Ruoxue was ecstatic and held the child hard, and tears flowed.

She was unwilling to let go, as if she was worried that once she let go, the child would lose again.

She is not Zhao Mingyue, and she can't bear the separation of mother and son for more than 20 years.

Then, she patted the child's cheek anxiously: "Wangfan, Wangfan, what's wrong with you? Why don't you make a sound?"

"Mr. Tang, it's okay, it's okay."

Tang Qi whispered to Tang Ruoxue: "The child just took a little pill..."

As soon as he said that, Tang Qi stopped the topic himself.

He found himself speechless.

And there was also a gun on his abdomen.
Chapter completed!