After a lot of persuasions, Zhao Dajun still didn't want to leave, so Lu Jiaxin had no choice but to spend money to send a child to find Lu Jiajie. She gave him two dimes to start with, and promised another three after he found him.
The little boy was thrilled, took the two dimes, and ran off like an arrow.
Watching the child's retreating figure, Lu Jiaxin shook her head and said, "These days, people still aren't cautious enough. What if we were bad people?"
Zhao Dajun frowned and said, "Miss Lu, we aren't bad people."
Lu Jiaxin was at a loss for words; she had simply lamented the child's lack of vigilance. Having interacted with him for a few days, she knew he was single-minded and didn't bother to argue.
It wasn't long before the child came running back, not even asking for the rest of the money. Only when Lu Jiajie arrived, panting, did the child turn his attention to Lu Jiaxin.
Lu Jiaxin gestured with her hand, indicating for him to wait a moment.
