Sure enough, just a few minutes later, a group of strong bodyguards appeared escorting a young woman out. The woman was ordinary looking and not eye-catching, but the child in her arms was very prominent.
The boy was around three or four years old. Perhaps due to illness, his complexion was pale with little color. Being in a strange place caused some fear in him. He clutched tightly to the woman's arm, trying to maintain calm without looking around.
"Zeze!" Lian Qing smiled and walked up to the group, taking the long absent son from the nursemaid's arms.
Seeing his mother, the little boy's fear disappeared completely. He affectionately rubbed his face on Lian Qing's cheek, "Mama, miss."
"Mommy misses you too." Lian Qing kissed her son's forehead without reservation.
