Lin Ci put down the cloth and crouched down to look him in the eye, "Ruirui, everything can be discussed, but you're still young, you can't just run off by yourself. Your parents would worry, and what if you met a bad person? What would we do then? Tell Grandma where you live, and we can take you back home, okay?"
"..." The little guy pursed his lips, unwilling to speak.
It seemed like he didn't want to go home at all.
Thinking of such a young child running away from home, Lin Ci became a bit anxious.
She turned her head and called out to her husband, "Think of a way to help Ruirui contact his family. If it doesn't work, call Weitian. She knows a lot and will definitely know how to handle this kind of situation."
The two of them were not well-educated and had earned their living through hard work.
When they encountered problems, the first person they thought of was their daughter.
