The little boy had a noble aura and was wearing top-notch clothes. The plane was also a private one.
Such a family must be extraordinary.
Zong Yanxiu was the same. If it were someone else, they might not have been able to guess the child's identity immediately.
"Bo… Bo Muyi…"
The child's tone was very low. He did not believe Zong Yanxiu's words. In fact, he had subconsciously guessed something when he heard Zong Yanxiu say this. He pouted, hugged his knees, and shrank into the bed. It was obvious that he was protecting himself.
He did not seem to trust anyone here.
Zong Yanxiu understood and did not say anything. He just continued, "Do you know the number in your house? I can call your family to pick you up."
Even if his parents were gone, there should still be someone else from his family.
As long as he called them, someone would come to pick him up.
Unexpectedly, Bo Muyi shook his head as if he did not know.
