books44 Chapter 81 Anyone can pretend
Chapter 81 Anyone can pretend
Sanmazi, with a loving expression, led the child toward Tingnan. Seriously? Seriously? Is this really targeting her? What are they planning?
"Young lady, would you mind if my son and I shared a table with you?" Sanmazi's voice was a bit rough.
"M-Uncle, okay!" A fearful tone, head bowed, a small voice. Listen to Master Nan's words; who can't pretend?
"Little girl, how old are you? Why are you here all alone?" Sanmazi carried the boy to the long bench.
"I'm seven and a half, and my mom went shopping." Hmm, saying I'm younger makes it easier to fool her? Go ahead and lie!
"She's only seven years old, how can she be so tall?" Sanmazi was happy that the girl was young and easy to fool, but he was a little suspicious.
"My dad is tall." Nan said softly, glancing at the boy cautiously.
"Cough cough cough..." He died young! Isn't this the Mu family's grandson under the banyan tree, her little customer? What's he doing here? Ting Nan choked on her own saliva.
Can he still run now? That kid's eyes are red and swollen; he's cried a lot. His face is still clean, though, and there's no redness or swelling on his ears or cheeks, so he probably wasn't hit. At least he wasn't slapped; Ting Nan could tell that at a glance.
But his clothes were wrinkled, and his expression was blank. He sat timidly on the long bench, head down, staring blankly at the table. Where was his former lively and adorable self? The one who used to chase after her calling her "sister" and beg for White Rabbit candy? Had he been scared out of his wits?
"Little girl, watch your little brother for me, don't let him run around. I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes and I'll be right back." Sanmazi suddenly got up and ran off.
What's going on? What kind of move is this? Ting Nan was a little confused.
She instinctively steadied the little boy who was nearly knocked over by the suddenly tilted bench, and seized the opportunity to get information out of him: "Little brother, what are you doing here? Is he your father?"
The little boy didn't say anything, but he visibly relaxed after the man left. His eyes were fixed on Ting Nan's wontons—well, what a foodie!
Ting Nan resignedly pushed the bowl towards him, and he immediately began to eat heartily, not caring that it was hot; it seemed he was starving.
"Little brother, how long has it been since you ate?" There was no answer.
"Little brother, is that your father? Did he hit you?" Ting Nan resumed her usual tone.
The boy glanced at her, then continued eating without saying a word; he had been threatened.
"Mu Family Village, Grandpa, Big Banyan Tree, Tin Frog, Chicken Cake, White Rabbit Milk Candy! Maltose!"
"White Rabbit! Sister!" The little boy recognized Tingnan.
"It's me. Who is that person?" Ting Nan continued to ask.
“Bad guy, hit me,” the little boy’s voice trembled.
"Then you'll come with me later?" Ting Nan asked.
"Okay! Let's go! Sister, I'm afraid of bad people." The boy began to sob.
"Don't cry, eat quickly. Do as I say." Seeing the boy nod, Nan took a deep breath, then another, thinking of a plan. Could they run away with the child now? Were there any accomplices in that general store? Could they beat them if they chased after them?
"Officer Zhang, you're busy again. Come on, have some breakfast!" The wonton shop owner greeted the police officer warmly.
No wonder that three-pockmarked man ran away as fast as he could; it was as clear as day – he had indeed run into a big bad guy.
"Boss, check please!" Ting Nan observed the police officer and, seeing him get up to get the vinegar, immediately pretended to bump into him accidentally.