"Miss May, Linda, no worries. Like puppies, the child will find his way. Maybe he'll come back soon on his own."
Angela came over and spoke in a relaxed tone.
Hearing her compare Em to a puppy, Carrie was immediately dissatisfied.
"Miss August, he's only two years old! Even if he's very clever, he's not so clever as to play in a strange place by himself and then come back."
Linda was in no mood to waste time with Angela. She sat down and thought carefully about her son's possible whereabouts.
After all, there was 99 D.C. Street, it was unlikely that Em would be abducted.
If he had got lost and scared, he would cry for his mother, and then he would be noticed by the other colleagues.
But it was vexed that he could not speak, he could not say who or where his mom was, and even if he h
