Milia was fourteen years old this year; in her country, one wasn't considered an adult until sixteen. However, in her small group, there was only one boy who was of age, and the rest were all around fourteen or fifteen.
The airport manager had agreed to arrange a flight for Tan Rou and her team, so she wasn't in a hurry. She crossed her legs and sat down on the ground, starting a conversation with these young people.
Before speaking, she had bought each of the troublemakers a fast-food meal, asking them to eat while listening to her. Tan Rou thought that if she ever retired, she could open a youth management center to specifically educate these rebellious youngsters. Thinking this way, she realized she really would have a lot to do in her old age.
"Where are your parents?" Tan Rou asked, "Why aren't you in school? Why are you here being robbers?"
The boy with gray hair took a bite of his meal and replied, "My parents don't care about me anymore. I do whatever I want."
