Before he went to buy train tickets, Qin Wenhao sought out Mrs. Fu.
He asked, "Mom, you’re not planning on going back to the family residence compound this time, are you?"
Mrs. Fu nodded. "That’s right. Mingxue has to come back anyway, so I won’t go this time. The two kids are doing fine here in Beijing City."
She was also worried about the crowds during the Spring Festival travel rush. If there were human traffickers on the train and the children were really taken, she would be the one to blame.
It would be better to just stay in Beijing City for now.
They could all leave together the next time her daughter came to Beijing for a month-long stay.
"That works too. I can have my mom come over and lend you a hand, and if anything comes up, you can also go to the Qin family for help. If you’re sure you’re not taking the two kids with you, then I plan to take Mingxue to the base the day after tomorrow. I don’t feel at ease with her traveling alone."
This was what he had planned.
Mrs. Fu was overjoyed when she heard this.
"That’s wonderful! With you going with her, I can finally rest easy."
Truthfully, she had been incredibly worried.
With her daughter’s looks, she was bound to be targeted by traffickers the moment she got on the train.
Their methods are impossible to guard against. If something were to really happen, what would they do?
Now that her son-in-law said he would accompany her, she could finally feel at ease.
Meanwhile, Fu Mingxue ran into someone as she was leaving the alley.
She had to stop her bicycle.
After all, the person was blocking her way. She couldn’t just run them over.
"Sister-in-law, I need to talk to you about something."
Gao Lan had come looking for her on purpose.
She just hadn’t expected to corner her right at the alley’s entrance.
Fu Mingxue didn’t get off her bicycle, instead keeping it steady with one foot on the ground.
She watched her with a placid gaze, her tone devoid of emotion. "What is it?"


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