Chapter 2 The Young Master Really Cares About Face
Life is full of surprises, An Junxi witnessed quite a magnificent scene.
A woman in her forties ran out frantically. She had lost one of her high heels, making her stagger with each step. Despite her proper attire, she was covered in paint just like An Junxi. Her hair was disheveled, resembling a bird's nest, probably glued together by either chewing gum or glue.
A group of staff followed her, including the receptionist who had been apologizing tirelessly.
The woman was not listening at all, continually repeating, "He's a devil! A devil! I can't teach him, no amount of money can make me teach him!"
The scene was extremely chaotic.
An Junxi shifted her gaze to the little boy, seeing his devilish smile, it was easy to guess that he was the "devil" the woman spoke of.
Ultimately, the art center staff failed to stop the woman from leaving. She cursed as she drove away.
Only then did the receptionist notice An Junxi, another victim.
More apologies followed, though she didn't dare to scold the boy, only instructing him to sit aside, saying, "We've notified your caretaker, they'll be here to pick you up soon."
The boy remained silent, continuing to play with the paint.
The receptionist left him under the supervision of a male security guard to prevent further mischief and escorted An Junxi to the restroom to clean up.