Although it was just for a split second, Lan Xinyu suddenly felt uneasy. When the little boy's eyes went back to normal, however, the feeling subsided.
'Was I imagining things?' Seeing the boy's blank gaze, Lan Xinyu felt doubtful.
"Little brother, where is your house? We'll send you back, alright?" Lan Xinyu spoke to the little boy, but he didn't move or make a sound, completely in a world of his own.
"What do we do now? Should we take him with us?" Lan Xinyu asked Ling Chuxi uncertainly. She did not want to leave him here all by himself.
"Forget it, just let him stay here. He seems to be the child of a rich family, so they'd be worried if he disappeared," Ling Chuxi replied indifferently. Although the little boy was covered in dust, it was clear that his clothes were made of fine silk. Even the hair band he was using was exquisitely crafted and of high quality, so he was definitely not the child of an ordinary family.
