Chapter 9 Help
Outside Shiwei Xuan.
The security guard looked at the little boy in front of him, who only reached his thigh, with his entire body dirty and thin as a rail, appearing to be about five or six years old. He frowned, "Sorry, little guy, you can’t go in there."
The little boy looked anxious, his dry, wrinkled hands continuously gesturing towards him, while a hoarse sound came from his throat.
He couldn’t speak.
The security guard found himself in a dilemma; his manners told him he couldn’t forcibly remove this poor child, but his job required him to do so.
Just as he was about to pick up the boy and throw him away, a deep, rich voice, akin to the elegant sound of a cello being played, resonated beside his ear.
"He’s with me."
The security guard raised his head immediately.
He saw two men standing beside him sometime without his notice. One wore a white shirt, his appearance handsome, exuding an innate sense of nobility, while the one half a step behind him wore a dark suit, equally striking in looks.
The security guard was stunned and stood straight, his tone very uncertain: "...With you?"
These two men looked nothing like they would know this little boy.