Gu Xiqiao rubbed her temples as she reached over and accepted the child from the middle-aged woman. Her expression was calm and collected as every motion of hers could become a work of art, and her temperament and aura that stood out like a sore thumb in the passenger car caused the middle-aged woman to look at her as her last hope.
Gu Xiqiao didn't speak, already arriving at a conclusion when she saw the cherry pit beside their seat.
She swiped away all of the snacks on the table in front of her before setting the young boy down, one hand pressed on his back and sending a flow of lively chi into him that made its way to his stomach.
Of course, she still took out two gold needles and pricked them into the boy's head to not arouse any suspicion, and after she plucked them out again, she pinched the boy's chubby cheek gently.
The boy woke up blearily, along with a weak: "Mommy…"
