Ran Tong pursed her lips without a word, immediately carried her son out of the car, and first went to the fruit store at the entrance of the park. She bought a heap of items before leading Lu Xiaoqian inside.
Watching the mother and son's figures slowly disappear, Lu Nancheng sat in the car, listening to the radio out of sheer boredom. He tapped on the steering wheel and eventually, unable to resist, he got out of the car with a cigarette and lighter in hand.
Standing by the road, he lit his cigarette and while puffing out smoke, he glanced at his watch to track the time.
Finally, after a half-hour had passed, Lu Nancheng immediately took out his phone and called Ran Tong, saying bluntly, "Time's up, come out now!"
"Yiya yiya..." To his surprise, the voice on the other end of the phone was that little rascal's.
Lu Nancheng massaged his temple, coaxing softly, "Xiaoqian, be good, hand the phone to your mom."
"Yiya yiya," Lu Xiaoqian continued speaking gibberish.
