The next second, he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her reddened forehead.
Unexpectedly, the little girl in his arms cried even louder, her shoulders trembling, almost as if she would shatter, looking pitiful as if the whole world had abandoned her.
Her intermittent voice floated out of the car window, sounding incredibly delicate to those who heard it.
How delicate must one be to cry like this? It pained the listener's heart, bit by bit.
Xu Jingxi embraced her impatiently, holding her body tight against his. After a while, he reached over to the center console, took out a bank card, and threw it into her lap.
"VISA." His voice was hoarse to the extreme.
It was a VISA international card.
Leh Ying froze, looking up.
His voice remained hoarsely moist as he murmured from deep within his throat, "Swipe it at will in Chicago. Do you know how to use the VISA to withdraw US dollars at the ATM?"
