Junqi, who liked playing with him, seemed to sense his sorrow and was very well-behaved these past few days, never bothering him.
Xiaokui was even quieter, almost as if she didn't exist.
Ansel was very worried about his father and would ask Awei about him every day.
He walked to the back garden and saw Awei on the phone.
Ansel stood quietly behind him, waiting for Awei to finish his call. When he turned around and saw Ansel, he was almost startled.
"Young master, do you need anything from me?"
"Uncle Awei... has my dad not been found yet?" Ansel asked softly, lips pressed together.
Awei shook his head gloomily, "Not yet, but there's hope in not finding him yet."
"Uncle Awei, I want to go to London."
"What do you want to do in London?"
"I'm worried about my mom, I want to be by her side."
Awei came over and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, your mom is okay."
"Uncle Awei, tell me... if my dad died... what would my mom do?"
Awei froze—
"The boss won't die."
