An Yan heaved a sigh of relief and pushed his luggage over. "Master, are you alright?"
Upon seeing the scared child in his arms, Jun Shiyan could not help but feel moved. Even his voice softened as he coaxed him. "It's alright."
Xiaoqi looked at the man in front of him, who was wearing sunglasses and a mask, and kept hugging his arm tightly. It took him a long while before he regained his senses. His soft, tender voice trembled after his shock. "Uncle, thank you."
An Yan was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had seen Master speak so gently to a child.
Furthermore, the ice-cream in the child's hand was all on him, and his clothes were in a pathetic state.
"Where's your family? Why are you alone?" Jun Shiyan's chest felt stuffy for some reason as he placed the child on the ground.
What kind of family abandoned a child at the airport?
