Lin Zhiyi was discussing matters with Du Qian when Liao Yi, holding a hawthorn stick, walked out to the door.
But to her surprise, Xingxing was nowhere to be seen, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from fright.
She hurriedly grabbed a store clerk and asked, "Where’s Xingxing?"
The clerk raised her hand and pointed toward the nearby gift shop. "Off scavenging snacks again."
Everyone in the neighborhood was familiar with her, and Xingxing was the only child on this street, so they all indulged her.
Liao Yi was about to sigh in relief, but her gaze locked straight across the street.
"Wow, wow, wow! An unbelievably handsome guy!"
"Tone it down... tsk..." The clerk clicked her tongue. "He’s really handsome. Why does he seem a bit familiar?"
"Can’t you think of something original? Watch me."
Liao Yi adjusted her hair, preparing to head over.
The clerk stopped her. "Are you sure you want to approach him in your pajamas?"
Liao Yi quickly stepped back two paces. "I’ll go change my clothes."
Before the clerk could nod, the figure in front of her vanished.
She propped her chin on her hand, gazing across the street to admire the man’s silhouette.
Autumn in Gang City was already a bit desolate. With few tourists around, the empty street resembled the man’s personal runway.
His tall, elegant frame accentuated by a classic black suit made him appear both dignified and striking.
Paired with a long black trench coat, he carried an inexplicable air of mystery that sent shivers down one’s spine.
A sudden breeze arose, lifting the hem of his coat as he walked across the pedestrian road and stopped in front of Xingxing.
Xingxing was drinking milk given to her by the neighbor auntie. A towering figure suddenly blocked her way, forcing her to tilt her neck upward to meet his eyes.
"Who are you? You’re blocking me from drinking my milk."
The man’s cold, hard gaze softened bit by bit as he looked at Xingxing. His body stiffened, yet he didn’t dare to extend a hand toward this small figure before him.
Until the sunlight he blocked fell into Xingxing’s eyes, as if illuminating everything.
The person from his dreams stood vividly in front of him.
In a slightly trembling voice, the man asked, "What’s your name?"
"Huahua."
Xingxing blinked her big eyes, staring at him.
The man paused, frowning as he unwillingly pressed further, "Where’s your mom?"
Xingxing thought for a moment before pointing to Liao Yi, who was walking out from next door. "There!"
Saying this, she even waved her hand.
Liao Yi, thinking the handsome guy was greeting her through Xingxing, quickly waved back enthusiastically.
Looking at Liao Yi’s appearance, the light in the man’s eyes turned dimmer and dimmer.
"Your dad..."
"Dad!"
Spotting Du Qian emerging from the inn, Xingxing immediately ran toward him.
Du Qian froze for a split second and swiftly picked Xingxing up into his arms.
"What did you call me?"
"Oops, I called you wrong," Xingxing pouted.
Du Qian held her close, glancing at the man in the distance, seeming to grasp something. "What a clever little devil."
Liao Yi leaned in close and secretly asked Xingxing, "What did the handsome guy say to me?"
Xingxing leaned against her. "Oh, he said you’re beautiful."
"What a smooth talker." Liao Yi instantly kissed her and couldn’t stop thinking about how to greet the handsome man properly later.
But as soon as she turned around, where was the handsome guy’s figure?
"Where is he?"
"Got in the car and left," the store clerk pointed to a small glimpse in the distance.
"When did he leave?"
"When the three of you were huddled together looking like a cozy family."
"It’s over. The handsome guy misunderstood, and my shot at romance is gone just like that." Liao Yi was about to slap her thigh in frustration.
Xingxing covered her mouth, stifling a giggle.
Du Qian lowered his gaze toward Xingxing. "What’s going on?"
Xingxing’s bright black-and-white eyes sparkled mischievously. "Aunt Liao Yi said that when traveling outside, one’s identity is self-determined. Especially to strangers, we must never tell the truth. What if they try to abduct me?"
Du Qian patted her head. "Good job."
But his peripheral vision lingered on the direction where the car disappeared.
At this moment, Lin Zhiyi walked out.
"What stranger?"
Just as Liao Yi was about to explain, Du Qian interrupted her. "No one, probably just a tourist making small talk with Xingxing."
Lin Zhiyi immediately warned Xingxing, "Never talk to strangers again, okay?"
Xingxing nodded.
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