Jiang Yue ignored the pointed question for the moment, walking over to help Xiao An off the motorbike and setting him gently on the ground. She crouched down to his level, and stated. "I'll take you back in a little while, okay? Don't worry, I'll surely take you back tonight."
Xiao An nodded hesitantly but then glanced at her with a shy smile. "I wouldn't mind if you didn't take me back tonight, Older Sister."
'I would certainly mind,' Luo Zhelan thought, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on the boy.
Jiang Yue smiled and patted his head.
As Luo Zhelan studied the boy more closely, a flicker of recognition dawned on his face. Suddenly, it clicked—this was the child from the airport.
At the time, the boy's face had been pressed into Jiang Yue's neck, making it hard to get a clear look. But the build, the demeanor—it was undeniably him.
Luo Zhelan's brows furrowed even deeper. "What's this kid doing here?" he asked.
