Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âHail a taxi? Is that going to be expensive?â Lu Qianlan asked anxiously. Her illness needed a lot of money to treat, so it would be best if they were thriftier all-round as she didnât want to be a burden on her son.
Even though she was already being a burden right now.
Lu Qianlanâs heart sank. She looked at her calm and steady son. Anyone who went to a strange land would feel as though they didnât know what to do or feel helpless. However, he was not like that and he looked very calm.
On the one hand, she was proud that her son was outstanding. On the other hand, she couldnât help but to think what kind of giant among men her son would be if he had grown up in a better environment.
Lu Qianlanâs gaze darkened. She felt as though she had burdened her son. If he had grown up by his fatherâs sideâ¦
Lu Yichen was looking at his surroundings to find his way and he didnât notice his mother muttering.
âWeâre not familiar with the transport system here so hailing a taxi would be more convenient. Mom, you can relax. We have enough money so you donât have to worry about that.â
Lu Qianlan sighed again. âThe money is borrowed from Xiaoxiao. I donât know when we will be able to return such a huge sum of moneyâ¦â
âMom, thereâs still me. Iâll earn lots and lots of money in the future and Iâll return it to Xiaoxiao with interest.â Lu Yichen looked at his mother resolutely. His steady gaze had the power to comfort people.
Lu Qianlan believed him, of course. He had been outstanding since he was little, so outstanding that his own mother didnât dare to believe it.
âOkay, okay, okay, Mom knows that you can do it.â
Lu Yichen smiled before he looked up to continue finding the exit for taxis.
Just then, a foreigner rushed over hurriedly and knocked into him.
The person wasnât speaking English but some other language. Lu Yichen didnât understand him, but guessed that he was probably apologizing.
He looked at the personâs features. He didnât look like an American, but an East European.
Lu Yichen grunted and furrowed his brow.
The person had not given him time to react. After apologizing, her walked past him hurriedly, looking rushed, as though he was pressed for time.
Lu Qianlan said a little displeased, âWhatâs wrong with this person? The airport is so big, and he can still knock into someone.â
Lu Yichen paused. It was then that he came to his senses and touched his pockets anxiously.
D*mmit!
His wallet had been stolen!
He recalled something. There had been reports in international news that America had received some refugees from Eastern Europe and that they were known for thievery. This resulted in many Americans disliking them.
Lu Yichenâs face paled. His wallet contained his identification and bank card, both things that couldnât be lost.
âMom, wait here for me. Iâll be back soon! Donât go anywhere, you hear? Wait here for me!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Lu Yichen left her with these words before he dashed off to chase after the person.
However, the airport was very big and there was too much human traffic. The thief had planned this and had long disappeared.
What should he do now?
This was Lu Yichenâs first time panicking so badly. After all, he was just an 18 year-old youth, and his external calmness was an act he put on for his mother because he didnât want her to worry. He could endure the stress in his heart alone and that was enough.
After looking around unsuccessfully, Lu Yichen got worried about his mother and returned to the original spot where she had been.
Howeverâ¦
The spot where she had been standing was empty. There was no one there!
âMom?â The color drained from his face.