The man: "..."
The man with a mole could not stifle the laugh that escaped. "Our young friend is really funny when he talks."
Even the man with the buzz cut could not fight the urge to comment, "He's grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth. Money isn't a concept he understands, or how hard life is for those at the bottom."
Xiao Jiu heard their conversation. Pretending to be heroic, he said, "My mother bought me a cell phone and laptop years ago. I did not bring them with me, that's all. How poor are you? Don't worry. I'll ask mother to give you one when we get home. What do you think?"
"..."
The man: "Not interested."
"..." Xiao Jiu gaped at his father, utterly furious. How could he remain so calm in his captive situation? Xiao Jiu could not take it anymore, so he pinched his father's thigh. He did not use much strength, just enough for it to hurt.
The man frowned but did not respond. He would not stoop so low as to hurt a child.
