The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

But no matter how handsome a man is or how rich he looks, in Wu Tu's eyes, this is a harbinger of disaster.

I actually managed to provoke two such tall and seemingly intimidating people...

And their tone was quite fierce.

As Wu Tu became nervous, she could no longer understand the gibberish coming from the other person's mouth.

Moreover, they spoke very quickly and showed absolutely no concern for language beginners.

Just looking at the way the man was staring at him, Wu Tu could already picture himself being sold to a shady inn, beaten, forced to wait tables and do hard labor. He imagined his weak arms and legs wouldn't be able to withstand a single slap from the man, and the man kneeling down begging him not to die a miserable death...

Wu Tu could only watch helplessly as the man stared at him for a while, then turned and whispered a few words to the bodyguard. The bodyguard also glanced at him several times in surprise before taking his leave.

Are they discussing how much they can make by selling by weight? QAQ

Shouldn't he explain that he's broken now, worthless...?

But to his surprise, after all his nervousness, the man wasn't angry. Instead, he half-squatted down in front of him, looked him in the eye, and extended his hand.

"@%&%……?"

What exactly is he saying?

I couldn't understand the gibberish.

The illiterate Wu Tu hesitated for a long time, looked at the man's large palm, and finally took a deep breath and took out all the money in his pocket.

"Sorry...this is all the money I have. I will work to pay it back. Sorry."

Hello, thank you, and sorry are the only words Wutu knows.

But as long as I'm sincere, it should be okay...

He had finally found such a good doctor and a hospital where he could try the drug; he couldn't let them down...

The man stopped moving.

The child thought it wasn't enough and was startled. After a long and painful struggle, he took out the panda chocolate candy that the flight attendant had given him on the plane.

He thought it was so cute. He had only ever seen other people have such cute little things, so he couldn't bear to eat it and kept it in his pocket.

Then the little guy persevered, just like a hamster caught by a hunter begging him to eat its stored food instead of the hamster, and handed over everything in its pockets.

I must say, the little guy's pockets can hold quite a lot.

The man's hands were covered in tattered clothes, and his expression was gloomy. Wu Tu couldn't understand him. Just when he felt the atmosphere was incredibly awkward and he desperately wanted to leave this planet, the person in charge from before finally arrived.

The black rabbit's eyes immediately lit up, like a fledgling swallow seeing its parent, or a puppy seeing its only support. It immediately hid behind the person in charge, then only showed half its face, watching the man warily.

The person in charge wasn't unaware of the gentleman's distinguished status; it was simply surprising that someone like him would stop for such a trivial matter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Winston. If this child has offended you, I apologize on his behalf. Please forgive him."

"Is this child yours? He's Asian."

The person in charge's brow twitched; he could hardly believe that Winston would care about this child.

But the person in charge was not afraid of trouble. The way he firmly protected Wutu behind him moved Wutu to tears.

"I'm sorry, sir, I cannot disclose this child's privacy."

The man watched as Wu Tu tightly gripped the person in charge's sleeve, and his fingers twitched slightly.

He secretly clenched his fist behind his back.

The little guy's genuine affection for the person in charge is something the Winston family has lacked for a long time...

but.

Winston hesitated for a moment. He was only at the hospital visiting a friend, and his time seemed limited. He couldn't linger here any longer, and besides, that fleeting feeling was just a feeling, not a reality. So he gave up on the contact, glanced at Wutu with a deep look, and prepared to leave.

The little black cat was so frightened that it hid behind the doctor the whole time and didn't dare to look at him.

Only when he heard the man's footsteps leaving did Wu Tu muster up his courage to raise his head and watch the man's departing figure.

Thank goodness, I'm saved...

The little guy didn't even notice that Winston was holding his little bag of junk hostage.

The little guy fumbled around for a while, only to realize that in his nervousness, he had already handed in his student ID along with the ID.

How could I be so stupid...

Wu Tu glanced at the person in charge and didn't dare to cause him any more trouble. She could only think that she would reissue her student ID after she got back.

And whether he could go back to school, even Wutu didn't know.

He was glad that he only went for half a month and didn't get to know his classmates and teachers well. Otherwise, if they heard that something had happened to one of their classmates, they would feel scared and troubled, regardless of whether they were good friends or not.

The black cat was always very, very careful.

But he always messed it all up.

The person in charge glanced at Wutu's drooping face, and when he saw the little guy's reddened eyelids, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.

And the little guy was so attached to him just now.

Where are his family? Where are his parents?

Why would anyone allow a child to receive treatment for such a serious illness alone in a foreign country?!

……

Over in Winston.

The bodyguard was stunned when he saw what Winston was holding.

"gentlemen?"

Winston didn't say anything. He didn't know what had gotten into him that he had taken all these things back with him.

He silently pulled out the student card from the pile of tattered items, and looking at the somewhat blurry photo of Wu Tu on it, the indescribable emotions in his heart grew heavier and heavier.

The child had tears in the corners of his eyes and red eyelids, clearly having cried. He had black hair and brown eyes, a very gentle appearance, with the reserved and demure qualities typical of Easterners.

That blush was like red spreading out in a snowball.

It made it impossible for him to forget.

And the weight of the candy when the little guy puts it in his palm.

And the sudden sparkle in his eyes when he sees someone he trusts.

Winston couldn't quite describe the feeling; it was as if his soul and half-body had finally found a true home.

He had a distant relationship with his children, not only because they were from a large family, but also because they were all children born through in-vitro fertilization due to the needs of business boards and aristocratic royal families to continue their bloodlines.

In order to select and breed the best successors through gene screening.

Winston never truly had a child of his own.

She has never raised a child.

At that moment, he felt a longing for that kind of family affection.

It also has a sour and astringent taste.

The child didn't seem to be doing well, but he still trusted and loved the people around him.

That child...

Thinking of Wu Tu's slender figure, her pitiful yet endearing appearance...

Winston tapped lightly on the armrest of the car, and without further hesitation, returned the way he came.

Soon, chaos broke out in the hospital.

"What are you doing?! You can't just snatch a child from me!!"