"Kindergarten?" The man raised an eyebrow, looking over at her. "Are you picking up a child or looking for someone?"
"I'm picking up Tong Tong. Please hurry, or it'll be too late. What time is it now?" Qianxue blurted out without thinking, her small face wrinkled with urgency.
The man looked at his watch: "4:20." Then, knitting his brows, he asked again, "Who's Tong Tong?"
"Tong Tong is..." Qianxue glanced at him, intending not to answer. "The light's green, drive, please. Can you make it to XX Kindergarten in ten minutes? Ten minutes."
"Should be no problem, but you still haven't told me who Tong Tong is," the man said as he started the car, persistently seeking his answer.
Qianxue felt helpless: "Tong Tong is a three-year-old little boy, OK? Can we go now? There's no time to spare, I'm afraid Tong Tong might run off."
