The three adults didn’t have any doubts about Little Jia You’s words, and Xi Shaoqi drove away from the airport parking lot, completely oblivious that his departure meant trouble for someone.
Han Xiayang came out of the restroom, not seeing the familiar little kid, and only then did he sense that something was amiss.
"Damn it, I got tricked by that little bastard." As soon as he spoke, he quickly ran back to the parking lot. When he only saw his car and the tail end of another car leaving, he angrily kicked the tire.
Then the air in the parking lot was filled with his wailing, as he had accidentally kicked the steel frame of the tire. The piercing pain in his right foot lingered for a long time, leaving him limping for the rest of the day.
Even though his foot was in such a state, it wasn’t Han Xiayang’s main concern. What he was most worried about was how to get back to the city center. His car was right in front of him, but he had no keys. Not only were his keys gone, but even his wallet and phone were missing. In short, he was completely penniless.
Thinking about all this made him grit his teeth in anger and feel like he was about to explode. He couldn’t even bear to recall how he was so easily fooled by a little kid. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel•fire.net
He had brought that little bastard to the restroom not far from the parking lot, and the little kid had already escaped his grip and run towards the restroom. But he was in such a hurry to catch up that he didn’t notice someone coming from the side, and they ended up colliding. The chocolate the other person hadn’t finished eating was smeared all over his clothes. Since it was his fault, he couldn’t even complain, he just walked into the restroom with a belly full of anger.
The little kid in the restroom saw him come in and quickly approached: "Uncle Han, what happened to your clothes? Hurry up and take it off to wash it."
Without thinking much, he took out the things in his jacket pocket, and was just about to put them aside when the little bastard’s voice continued to ring in his ears: "Uncle Han, I’ll hold them for you, I’ll wait for you outside."
The events that followed led to the current situation. The little bastard took his phone, car keys, wallet, and even managed to deceive several other people.
His mind raced as he realized that now wasn’t the time to be angry with the little bastard, but instead to figure out how to leave the airport.
The first solution he thought of was to borrow a phone to call someone to pick him up.
Looking around the parking lot, he spotted a woman not far from him with her back toward him. Without thinking much, he walked up and gently tapped her shoulder: "Miss, may I borrow your phone to make a call?"
However, the moment the woman he called "miss" turned around, he almost vomited: "Eyes in an inverted triangle, a hooked nose, and a face full of acne that couldn’t even be covered by thick makeup."
Han Xiayang’s first instinct was that he’d rather freeze to death at the airport tonight than borrow her phone.
But the woman didn’t give him any chance to back out, not only did she grab hold of Han Xiayang’s arm as he was about to leave, she kept trying to snuggle her triangular gaze into his embrace, speaking words that made him nauseous again and again: "Handsome, do you really think I’m beautiful? Then do you like me? Marry me, let’s get married."
If he could pass out right then, Han Xiayang really wanted to do that, but reality wouldn’t let him.
With a bitter face, he kept trying to break free: "Miss, please don’t do this." He definitely looked like someone being flirted with.