By the time she rushed over, Ji Yao had already crouched down, arms wide open.
As expected, she embraced the tiny body in her arms the next second.
Ji Jiaxin was extremely dependent on her, especially after what had happened earlier, and the child still hadn't calmed down. Only in her mother's arms could she find a moment of peace.
At this moment, all the unease, fear, and tension surged out at once.
Ji Jiaxin hugged her, blinking back tears, and the next second she burst into tears.
Ji Yao's heart ached unbearably as she wiped away the tears and kissed her daughter's forehead.
"My treasure, you didn't get hurt, did you? You scared mommy to death!"
"Wuu, I'm sorry mom, it was my fault, I shouldn't have run off!"
"It's okay, I don't blame you, as long as you're fine."
The policewomen watching this scene couldn't help but shake their heads, deeply moved.