"Teacher Zhou, let me give you first aid for your wound," Mo Siyu said. Meng Jin had already fetched some medical supplies for treating wounds and handed them over. For the first time, the father and son were working together, and they had a strong silent understanding. In their coordinated efforts, they slowly gave first aid to Teacher Zhou and began to move him, escorting him outside. "Thank you for saving the children and me," Teacher Zhou said with emotion. His greatest concern had been the children. When the earthquake struck, he led the children out first. When a few children fell and couldn't get out, Teacher Zhou went back to rescue them. The moment the house collapsed, he shielded several children under the lectern with his body. "It is we who should thank you for protecting the children during the most dangerous time," Mo Siyu sincerely respected the teacher. It would have been relatively easy for adults to run out, but not necessarily for those eight or nine-year-old children. Those children were unharmed; only Teacher Zhou was injured, which showed that he had shielded them. "I am a teacher, it is my duty," Teacher Zhou said weakly, his voice lacking strength. "Teacher Zhou, you will be safe," Mo Siyu carefully supported Teacher Zhou as they left. Teacher Zhou was already injured and had difficulty moving; Meng Jin was also worried that Teacher Zhou might step into a void and fall. Fortunately, Teacher Zhou was unscathed. Mo Siyu did not come back but carefully continued to search inside. His sharp gaze scanned around to see if there were any children who hadn't managed to get out. After escorting Teacher Zhou out, Meng Jin joined Mo Siyu to search further inside. Teacher Zhou was lucky compared to what Meng Jin and Mo Siyu found next—a dead child. Mo Siyu remained silent, while Meng Jin felt even more fearful. In that chaotic era, Xiaolin managed to raise Mo Siyu so well and be reunited with him. Meng Jin didn't care whether Mo Siyu recognized him as his father or not. As long as his son was safe and sound, he was content. Whether acknowledged or not, Meng Jin was happy just to recognize Mo Siyu as his son. Meng Jin carried the child with a heavy heart. Meng Jin's secretary was worried about him and followed him, taking the child out. "There's another one here," Mo Siyu's voice sounded surprised as they spotted a child in a crevice, bloodied but at least alive. Updates are released by NoveIＦire.net Meng Jin quickly moved forward, knowing that the child was alive; he was determined to rescue the child. However, it wasn't easy to save the child, who was stuck in the crevice. Moving the child would certainly cause a collapse, and who knew what that might entail. "Little friend, don't be afraid, we are going to rescue you soon," Mo Siyu crouched down, holding the child's icy-cold hand. The child's breathing was very weak; they had to act quickly for treatment. The child's lips moved, trying to say something, but he didn't have the strength. "Si Yu, you take the child out," Meng Jin said decisively, supporting the crevice and not giving Mo Siyu a chance to refuse. "No, you take the child out," Mo Siyu said in a deep voice. How could he not be aware of the danger in doing so? "Si Yu, I've already moved the crack; do you want us both to die here?" Meng Jin said coldly, adding, "The child's life is important." Mo Siyu glanced over and didn't hesitate, carefully carrying the child out from the crack. Small stones kept falling, and Mo Siyu protected with his body, fearful of letting the child suffer any secondary injuries. "You..." Holding the child, in the ruins where it was dim, the light solely came from the head-mounted lamp, Meng Jin squatted down, propping at the previous crack. The white hairs at his temples were especially evident under the lamp's illumination. "Si Yu, get the child out quickly," Meng Jin gritted his teeth as he spoke, truly wondering how that child had managed to survive until then. "Wait for me," Mo Siyu decided instantly, holding the child and carefully running out. However, after a few steps, Mo Siyu stopped and turned around, saying, "Dad, wait for me to come back." With those words, Mo Siyu walked out, holding the child. He, he called me Dad? Meng Jin cracked a smile, the crack seemed to be showing signs of collapsing, and Meng Jin quickly stabilized it; he still needed to live to make up to Xiaolin and his son in the future, valuing his life more than anyone else. After Mo Siyu left, Meng Jin wasn't idle either; he had to find a way to save himself. Here, it was necessary to hold the structure up, prevent it from collapsing— who knows if there were still children underneath. Meng Jin thought of a way, carefully dragging a shattered table over, examining the crack intently, pondering how much would collapse if he moved away. In that borderland, Meng Jin encountered many dangers but also resolved them one by one. As Meng Jin was thinking of a solution, he saw Mo Siyu come in. Father and son united, solving the collapsed area, discovering another child in a place more treacherous than before. Meng Jin and Mo Siyu both took each other into consideration, and their previously awkward relationship became a bit closer at this moment. "Be careful," Meng Jin suddenly shouted loudly. Mo Siyu, holding the child, paused; lifting his head, he saw Meng Jin lunging toward him, pushing him aside—the collapsing stones hit Meng Jin on the back of the head. "Dad," Mo Siyu's eyes reddened as he looked at Meng Jin. Yet, holding the child he had just rescued, Mo Siyu could only send the child out first. The nearby secretary, hearing that Meng Jin was in trouble, hurriedly crawled over. It took a herculean effort for Mo Siyu and others to pull Meng Jin out. Once they ensured Meng Jin's life was not in danger, Mo Siyu gave a huge sigh of relief, but looking at the disoriented Meng Jin, he thought of how he had desperately protected him just before. In a low voice he said, "Dad, go back to Jing City and recover properly. Once you're healed, let's have a drink together." "Okay," Meng Jin's lips trembled, the back of his head bleeding profusely, yet he was extremely happy. Mo Siyu easily found Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang nearby and, under the pretext of taking care of Meng Jin, sent Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang away. "Si Yu, I..." Tang Yue began to speak, but choked up. Mo Siyu pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead, saying, "Xiao Yue, I'll be careful. I will return to Jing City safely and marry you." "I'll wait for you," Tang Yue's eyes reddened. Today, she had seen many tragic scenes, even many dead people; now, seeing Meng Jin lying on the stretcher, Tang Yue felt deeply uneasy. However, Mo Siyu wanted to stay here to rescue others, and Tang Yue couldn't bear to speak up; Mo Siyu and the others were skilled individuals who could save more people. Mo Siyu spoke earnestly, his dark, deep eyes gazing intently at Tang Yue, their four eyes locked, reluctance to part filled the air. "Mo Siyu, if you dare not come back, I'll marry someone else," Tang Yue shouted at Mo Siyu before boarding the plane.