Supporting the small body, Wei Kun asked with surprise : “What is Ah Luo saying? Madam wants to sell you? Didn’t she take you to burn incense at Huguo Temple? Where is everyone?” Since he mentioned them, he looked around, and not seeing a trace of Madam Du, furrowed his brows, “How did you come back?”
The maidservant, who had delivered Wei Luo to the reception pavilion, muttered quietly: “Fourth Miss was brought here by a bodyguard… At that time, there was no one else with the fourth Miss.”
That was a serious issue — Madam Du had led her out, but the girl had come back alone. No matter what, Madam Du hadn’t properly looked after Wei Luo. Wei Kun’s complexion wasn’t very good. Ah Luo was crying as well, the tears soaking through his clothing material. His heart hurt for her. He squatted down and held Ah Luo’s small face, asking gently: “Ah Luo, tell Daddy clearly, what has actually happened? Who was that guard? What about Madam?”
Wei Changhong, who was standing nearby, was equally distressed. His older sister was crying, but he had no idea why. He stepped forward to comfort her, but didn’t know what to say.
He slowly reached for Wei Luo’s hand, his grip tightening the longer he held it, “Ah Luo…”