Li Xun waited and waited for his mother, but she never came back.
Li Ji told him to go home, but he refused.
He clung to the leg of a table, refusing to leave no matter what.
"What if Mother comes back and can't find me? I'm not leaving!"
Li Ji couldn't be bothered to argue. He pried the boy's hands off, picked him up, and tucked him under his arm as he walked out.
It was no use no matter how much he flailed and struggled.
Against such overwhelming strength, Li Xun's struggles were utterly futile.
He shrieked in anger.
"Let me go! I want to wait here for my mother to come back!"
The other patrons in the restaurant all turned to look at them.
If it weren't for Li Ji's extraordinary air and the uncanny resemblance between father and son, onlookers might have mistaken it for a kidnapping.
Li Ji tossed him into the carriage and ordered the trusted aide at the reins.
"Take him home. Don't let him wander off."
"Yes, sir!"
Li Xun pushed open the window, intending to jump out.
