Yao Yingjia's eyes were full of panic and panic, as if she had fallen into some kind of swamp.

"No...no...not lost, not lost, my daughter is still alive and well, how could she be gone?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

She roared hysterically, her eyes were scarlet, and her fragile heart could not be bored, only rich pity.

The young woman whose shoulders were tightly clasped showed a brief moment of confusion on her face. She seemed to sense that the spirit of the person in front of her was not quite right, and tried her best to calm down.

"Okay, yes, your daughter is alive and well. She must be waiting for you to take her home somewhere in the world."

The voice was very gentle, Yao Yingjia's expression loosened a little, and she murmured in a daze.

"Yes, my baby is waiting for me to take her home, but I can't find her anymore, I can't find her as a mother..."

As he spoke, the tears in his eyes could not stop overflowing and sliding down his cheeks, and his already pale and bloodless face became even more haggard.

Others onlookers did not dare to come forward to comfort them, for fear of being entangled and extorted if they were not careful.

Mo Shuan's eyes showed a trace of unbearable, "She is so pitiful."

Poor parents all over the world, so haggard, must be treating their daughter as their life, and caring about her daughter very much.

I don't know if my biological mother is also worried about me, or has other children Chenghuan's knees long ago?

Yan Zhixu swept his tongue across his upper molars, with a sullen look in his eyes, his attitude was like a cat, "Maybe I won't be pitiful soon."

She noticed that the line of children on this lady's body was also concealed by magic, just like Old Tang's. It was estimated that she was the daughter-in-law of the Tang family, Mrs. Tang.

Lifting his feet, he stepped forward and walked in front of Yao Yingjia.

Yan Zhixu's fingertips overflowed with traces of spiritual power, and he raised his hand and placed it on the other party's shoulder.

The spiritual power was input into the body, and the faintly collapsed expression was relieved. Although his face was haggard, he recovered a little bit of blood.

Yao Yingjia's rationality returned, and she immediately released the young woman who was holding her tightly, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry to scare you, I've been emotionally unstable recently."

Since her daughter was lost, she has been receiving treatment. Some time ago, she has improved a lot, but she doesn't know what happened. Recently, her mood has always been unstable, and she has been out of control for longer and longer.

"it's okay no problem."

This kind of thing is understandable.

The young woman shook her head, turned and walked towards the elevator with the list in her hand.

"Thank you." Yao Yingjia's smile was a little weak.

In the moment just now, my body was warm, and it felt very comfortable.

Yan Zhixu shook his head and retracted his hand, "You're welcome, Madam."

"Yingjia!"

An anxious voice sounded in the hall, and a middle-aged man in a light gray suit hurried over with a bag of medicine in his hand.

After going to the Chinese pharmacy to get the decocted medicine, the wife does not know where to go.

Tang Fuli looked up and down at Yao Yingjia, with relief in his eyes, and his face full of joy, "Fortunately, you are all right."

"Thanks to this lady."

"Thank you, thank you Miss Yan."

He recognized the person in front of him, without a trace of contempt in his eyes, he kept thanking him, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with putting down his body like this.

Yan Zhixu looked calm, "Don't thank Mr. Tang."

Not expecting her to know his identity, the surprise in Tangfley's eyes flashed away.

They talked for a long time and haven't finished talking yet.

Mo Shuan picked up the phone and glanced at the time, stepped forward and stood beside Yan Zhixu, "Axu, are you all right?"