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"Mu Ya, be good. Daddy will go and bring Mommy back, okay?" Zhang Chen's voice became even softer as she lovingly wiped her daughter's tears. Then, like how Zhang Xiao usually kissed Mu Ya, she kissed Mu Ya's little face again.

Mu Ya who was sobbing did not speak, but it was obvious that she had restrained herself.

"Aunt Lan." Zhang Chen gestured for Aunt Lan to pick Mu Ya up and instructed her in a low voice: "You coax Mu Ya first, let her drink a hundred milliliters of milk powder. When she has drunk enough milk powder to go to sleep again, help her apply the medicine. I'll go out for a while."

The Aunt Lan kept nodding his head.

Mu Ya was still sobbing. Seeing that her father was about to leave, she once again started crying loudly, and for the first time, she extended her hands towards him, asking him to carry her.

Normally, if his daughter asked him to carry her, Zhang Chen would definitely be ecstatic. However, right now, he was anxiously going out to find Zhang Xiao, as he did not know what had happened to that woman.

"Father... "Father..." Mu Ya cried out for her father.

After Zhang Chen heard the cries of the treasure, he could no longer hold it back. He turned back and grabbed his daughter from Aunt Lan and ordered, "Bring the ointment, come with me to look for Zhang Xiao."

Aunt Lan said, and quickly found a small bag and placed the medicinal oil, cotton swabs and other things inside. He asked, "Third Young Master, do you want to fill the milk powder?"

"Use the fastest speed possible to flush a bottle of milk powder." Zhang Chen instructed. Then, he had helped his daughter change her urine to a new one, and after the nanny had finished washing the milk, he indicated Aunt Lan to bring the milk, which was still scalding hot even though it had been washed well, and followed him out the door.

Mu Ya, who was being carried by his father out the door, became more awake, but he did not cry anymore.

Zhang Chen drove his car and let the Aunt Lan bring Mu Ya to sit on the back seat.

"Third Young Master, what's wrong with Miss Zhang?" After the car drove away, the Aunt Lan asked with concern. She could see that Zhang Chen had turned off his cell phone, so she guessed that something must have happened to him.

Zhang Chen pursed his lips and did not answer. He did not know what was wrong with Zhang Xiao either.

Seeing that Zhang Chen did not say anything, Aunt Lan did not continue asking, he took out the milk powder and twisted open the bottle, so that the milk powder would radiate heat. Seeing that, Mu Ya's hands snatched the bottle away, the Aunt Lan immediately grabbed her and comforted her, telling her in a low voice that it was still hot, and that she should not drink it immediately.

Mu Ya frowned, her mouth flattened as she started crying again.

As she cried, her two tender white hands kept reaching out to grab the bottle.

Zhang Chen's brows tightly knitted together. He was worried that something might have happened to Zhang Xiao, but at the same time, he was also annoyed by his daughter's crying. He turned down the temperature of the car's air conditioner so that the powdered milk cooled quickly.

"Third Young Master, change the temperature of the air conditioner to a little higher, it should be able to cool Little Miss." Aunt Lan did not know that Zhang Chen was feeling agitated at the moment. She sensed that the temperature in the car had become cold and instinctively reminded Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen quietly turned the temperature of the air conditioner to a higher level.

The powdered milk in the bottle was finally cold and ready to drink. Aunt Lan was coaxing Mu Ya as she closed the bottle quickly. She then gave the bottle to Mu Ya and Mu Ya immediately hugged the bottle tightly. With tears still hanging on her face, her small mouth eagerly opened to take a sip of milk.

Hearing his daughter's voice, which was filled with anxiety, Zhang Chen calmed himself down and said softly, "Mu Ya, drink slowly."

Since there was food, Mu Ya would ignore him.

The car finally quieted down.

After eating his fill, Mu Ya did not immediately go to sleep like he had hoped for. Instead, he was full of energy and crawled around the carriage, enjoying himself greatly.

"Ring, ring, ring …"

Zhang Chen's cell phone rang. He quickly answered.

The phone call was from Yi Xiujie.

"Director Mu, Xiao Er isn't in her apartment." Yi Xiujie's words were filled with worry, "I wonder where she went."

"The place you like to go the most? It's so late, she won't go, will she? " Yi Xiujie's words were uncertain, he immediately asked: "Where does she like to go the most?"

Yi Xiujie said in a low voice, "Grave garden."

Zhang Chen:...

Her favorite place was actually the cemetery?

Yi Xiujie explained in a low voice: "Zhang Xiao's grandparents loved her dearly. Her mother died in an aerial disaster, so there was no tomb for her. Even now, in the middle of the night, I don't know if she's there or not. "

Grave garden, it was surrounded by tombs. The gatekeeper of the cemetery didn't even dare to walk around at night, would Zhang Xiao go to the cemetery in the middle of the night?

"Was there anywhere else she liked besides the cemetery?"

Zhang Chen found his voice, but in his heart he was silently cursing Zhang Xiao's difference.

He thought, other than Zhang Xiao, no one else would like to go to the cemetery.

Yi Xiujie thought about it again, then said: "I will occasionally go out of Qilin Villa for a bit."

Zhang Chen's eyes flashed. Could it be that Zhang Xiao went to look for Lu Yongchun? That's not right, even if her phone was turned off, she wouldn't be able to find Lu Yongchun when she went to Qilin Villa. She wouldn't be able to enter the Villa without Lu Yongchun's guidance. Furthermore, she and Lu Yongchun had the same fate, but not to the point of running out in the middle of the night to look for him.

After some analysis, Zhang Chen thought that Zhang Xiao had the most chance of going to the cemetery, so he said: "I'll go take a look now."

Yi Xiujie also added, "I am already on my way to the cemetery. Then we'll meet at the cemetery gate. "

"Alright."

Zhang Chen replied.

After ending the call, he turned around to look at his daughter who was still crawling around in the back seat of the car. Then, he ordered the Aunt Lan, "I'll inform Liu Qing to drive over now. Take Mu Ya with you and go back first.

When the Aunt Lan heard that he still had to go to the cemetery this late at night, his expression changed, "Third Young Master, that place is so eerie, even in the broad daylight it would make people's hair stand on end. It's already late at night, it's not good to go to that place."

Zhang Chen did not reply, but instead went to make a call to inform his personal chauffeur to rush to an intersection to pick up Aunt Lan and Mu Ya. He was waiting for Liu Qing at the intersection.

After informing the driver, he then said to Aunt Lan: "Right now, coax Mu Ya to sleep, in case she cries again later on."

Aunt Lan carried the crawling child back to her arms, but the little fellow was wide awake now, not willing to cuddle up in her embrace. Its little body struggled as it slipped out of Aunt Lan's embrace again, curiously crawling to the window, sticking close to the window and looking at the street light outside.