Loh Xiaoan cried all the way, only stopping when he boarded the plane.
The little boy cried until his eyes were swollen, his small hands clinging tightly to Jian Xi's clothes, not daring to let go. No matter how Jian Xi comforted him, it was useless.
It wasn't until he was hoarse and couldn't cry anymore that he leaned against Jian Xi, hiccuping softly.
"Xiao An, don't be afraid. We're going back to Jiangcheng." Jian Xi sighed, and asked the stewardess for ice to apply to Loh Xiaoan's eyes.
"Pretty Sister, the bad people will come to catch me again," Loh Xiaoan said, "I saw my mom on an island."
An island?
Jian Xi's heart sank, remembering that Nan Mufeng was also buying an island. She asked, "What island?"
"I don't know, but it's very beautiful. Like a very large villa."
"Is that where they took you?"
"Yes, my mom is there. But her face..." Loh Xiaoan sipped his juice delicately, "she looks like you. But not as pretty as you."
