Li Zhiqian had a good temper and even better patience. He coaxed Yanling until the boy finally nodded and agreed to go to the market with him, then he let out a breath of relief, thinking that this was something he couldn't hide from Yanling for long—sooner or later he would have to come clean.
But right now he just wanted to stall for as long as he could. They still didn't know whether Xiaoqin was dead or alive; their situation was unclear, and it wasn't good to rush into explaining things. What if they came back in a few days?
Yanling felt a vague unease in his heart. In the past, it wasn't like Mommy and Uncle Li had never disappeared for more than half a month, but back then Grandpa had never shown up in person to pick him up.
