Little Haoyan seemed unsure if he truly understood what Zhang Yuan said; his smile froze as he quietly lowered his head, afraid to speak, yet unwilling to let go of Zhang Yuan's shirt.
With an expression of fear that Zhang Yuan might abandon him, making one feel compassionate, Luoz bent down, picked up his son, soothed him, and patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder. "You go handle your matters. The child hasn't seen you for a while, so he clings to you like this. Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Seeing Luoz with a smile like a spring breeze, Zhang Yuan could only nod.
With Little Haoyan crying in his arms, Luoz turned to leave. Despite all his coaxing words, Zhang Yuan still saw Little Haoyan lying on Luoz's shoulder, tears falling like a string of beads.
She watched as they walked out of her sight, passing through security...
