"Madam, I... I... " Zhang Shu cried and could not say a complete word. She just cried and shook her head and stamped her feet anxiously.

Mrs. Zhang, who has always been an optimist, is crying like this, and Qiu Jiayi's heart is following her closely.

Gently help Zhang Shunqi, pat her on the back, and when she recovers, she gently asks, "What happened, Zhang Siu? How come it's so urgent?

Mrs. Zhang shook her head and grasped Qiu Jiayi's hands tightly.

"Madam, I... My old man just called to say that my three-year-old grandson, because of his naughty and playful nature, ran to the back hill to play, and...