Luo Jun grabbed Xu Xia's arm, and with his other hand pointed straight into the distance. "A black Bentley, the plate number is XXXX. Hurry, if we're any later we won't catch up. Uncle Ah Jiu, hurry up…"
"Young master!" Ah Jiu rushed over, grabbed him, then squatted down to steady his small shoulders. "You saw wrong, that's not your mom."
"Impossible, there's no way I saw wrong." The little guy's tone was firm. "I know my mom. That's my mom."
"Your mom is being hidden by the bad guy Luo Ke on a small island. That can't be Madam." Ah Jiu stroked his little face. "Uncle knows you miss your mom, but that really isn't her…"
"You're lying!" Luo Jun shoved Ah Jiu away and turned to run in the direction the car had left.
