In the great hall, Ye Xingguang had already risen to her feet, thinking to go outside and check on the situation. She took just two steps before remembering she couldn't leave the two children alone in the hall—what if someone took them out and handed them over to Ye Weiqiang's son?
So, she turned back and extended her hand: "Xiaohua, Little Mo, come with me."
Yin Xiaohua was preoccupied with eating, seemingly unaware of the impending disaster, wiped her little hands, and placed her small hand in Ye Xingguang's.
Mo Yinhe was even more composed, standing up leisurely, staring at Ye Xingguang's hand, and hesitated for a moment.
Ye Xingguang firmly grasped Mo Yinhe's chubby little hand, trying to reassure him, giving him a soothing look: "Don't be afraid, Mommy is here, I absolutely won't let anyone take you away."
Mo Yinhe eerily quieted for three seconds, then calmly followed her out of the great hall.
