"Aunt told me to go play games and said dad would pick me up in two hours."
The young boy said calmly, having experienced such situations not once or twice, he could quietly wait for his parents to come even if he was left here.
"Where's your aunt?"
Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes, the so-called aunt was really careless, leaving a four or five-year-old child in the Arcade Center without any concern for potential danger.
"I don't know." The little boy said thoughtfully, then quietly added, "She was in a hurry to get to work, she thought taking me along would be too dangerous."
The boy had a clear mind; compared to many of his peers, he certainly was more mature.
Although Flossie was curious how he grew up, she didn't ask further because she knew it couldn't be resolved in the short term.
