Once Kyle felt that Little Kyle had settled down, he pulled out his phone and called Xing Han.
"Kyle! Kyle! I don't see him. I can't see him," Xing Han was panting over the phone, his voice frantic.
"Don't worry. I got him," Kyle said.
"Oh thank goodness!" Xing Han exclaimed, sitting down at the nearest chair, "Is he okay?"
"Yes," Kyle assured him.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness," Xing Han repeated, really relieved as he patted his chest.
Little Kyle could hear the phone conversation and he felt even more guilty, so he said, "I'm sorry, Big Brother Xing Han."
Xing Han's retort was at the tip of his tongue, but he held it in. He remembered what Kyle had said so he refrained from doing what he really wanted to do: shout at Little Kyle for wandering off like that. Yet, he didn't think it was right not to reprimand him in some way.
As if knowing what was on Xing Han's mind, Kyle said, "Kyle is already feeling very bad about the whole thing and he knows that he was in the wrong."
