Han Zhan was about to ask what when Little Bai emerged from inside, his small face scrunched in worry. "Brother Zhan, can you help me look for my watch? I think I dropped it when we were at the beach today."
Han Zhan looked up lazily, the warmth of the evening settling over him. "Can't you ask one of the bodyguards? I am too drunk to walk," he replied, his words slurring slightly.
Little Bai bit his lip, his eyes glistening with the threat of tears. Han Xin, sitting nearby, nudged Han Zhan's elbow. "Come on, just go help him."
With a resigned sigh, Han Zhan sat up straight. "Okay, let's go you little ancestor. But if we can't find it in ten minutes, we come back. You can look for it tomorrow morning."
Little Bai's face lit up with joy. "Okay!" he exclaimed, and he quickly dashed ahead, leading the way.
