little hand with heartache.
“Then you have to tell Dad and the others.
You can’t run out alone!”

“Daddy is busy.
I don’t have any friends.” Momo’s dark eyes looked innocent and naive.
Although he was autistic, he was only a child.
His world was even simpler and purer than other children.

The age of four was the most carefree period of one’s life.

However, Momo said that he had no friends and his father didn’t have time to accompany him.

These words made Mo Rao’s heart ache.

She replied gently, “Then I’ll be your friend from now on, okay? If you’re bored in the future, you can play with me.”

Momo stared at Mo Rao seriously for a while before suddenly smiling.
His innocent smile made Mo Rao overjoyed.

Suddenly, Momo saw the toy car in Mo Rao’s hand.
“My toy car!”

“Yes, it’s your toy car.
Now, you have to bring your toy car home, okay?” Mo Rao coaxed.

Momo nodded.

Mo Rao and Fu Ying returned to the park with Momo.
Zhang Zhe had been waiting for them there.

After knowing that Momo had been found, Zhang Zhe was relieved.

As soon as he saw Fu Ying get out of the car with the child in his arms, Zhang Zhe rushed over and tears instantly fell.
“Momo!”

His child was his life.
He couldn’t imagine what would happen if he lost him.

Hearing her father’s voice, Momo also shouted, “Dad!”

Zhang Zhe hugged Momo tightly.

Mo Rao was touched by this scene.
She could tell that Zhang Zhe really loved his child too much.

Poor parents.
No matter what their children were like, in their hearts, children were always the most important and most inseparable existence.

“Brother Zhang, bring Momo to the hospital for a checkup.
He was outside for so long alone.
I wonder if he’s injured,” Mo Rao reminded kindly.

Zhang Zhe wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded gratefully.
“Alright, Rao Rao, President Fu, thank you so much this time.
I owe you two a favor!”

“There’s no need to say such things.
Go quickly!” Mo Rao was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Zhe nodded at Fu Ying, who responded.
Only then did the father and son leave.

After Zhang Zhe and his son left, Mo Rao returned the coat to Fu Ying.
“Put it on.
Don’t catch a cold.”

Fu Ying, satisfied that Mo Rao was so concerned about him, smiled.
He put on his coat.
“Alright, let’s go back too.
It’s late.”

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