"I don't want to go home!" Xaviar immediately grabbed Anna Ainsworth's arm and yelled.
"Why don't you want to go home?" Anna Ainsworth frowned and looked down at Xaviar who pursed his lips.
Upon this question, the tears Xaviar had just held back fell with a splash: "It took me so long to see you, and I haven't even had the chance to play with you yet, and now you want to send me back already. Do you not like me anymore?"
Anna Ainsworth couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and compassion upon hearing this and, looking at the tears on his cheeks, her heart softened, and she quickly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away his tear stains.
"What should we do then? If you don't go back, your family will definitely be worried. Even if you leave a note, after all, you are a 5-year-old child, how could they possibly not be anxious?"
"This..." Xaviar scratched his head: "How about I call them and tell them I'm with you? They trust you a lot, after all.
