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Chapter 1208 - Chapter 1208 Chapter 1210 Destined by Heaven (8)

Chapter 1208: Chapter 1210 Destined by Heaven (8) Chapter 1208: Chapter 1210 Destined by Heaven (8) Foreign countries are different from domestic countries. Back in China, if you saw two kids fighting, at most you’d pull them apart and lecture them separately, and if you had the patience, you would wait for their parents to come and give them a brief explanation.

But abroad, if in a foreign country two kids were alone at home or wandering outside, there’s a high chance their parents would be stripped of their custody rights.

Qin Zhiyou spoke English, his thoughts clear and his articulation distinct, especially when he pointed at the neighboring shop to indicate that his parents were there.

Foreigners usually hear such information, offer a few words of advice, and then leave directly. Qin Zhiyou breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, he turned and found a little girl clutching the corner of his shirt, holding onto it like a puppy fearful of losing its grip. His eyes immediately softened.

“Can you talk?” The little girl thought he hadn’t spoken because he couldn’t talk. She didn’t realize that he couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Qin Zhiyou didn’t respond.

“You’re still bleeding here.” The little girl pointed at her own lips, indicating where the bleeding was, then thought for a moment, and took a handkerchief from her pocket, pressing it under his lips.

The handkerchief smelled nice and carried her body warmth.

“Does it hurt?” Qin Zhiyou noticed there were also blood traces on the little girl’s hands. She had been kicked down and had used her palms to push herself back up. Despite having injuries herself, she was only concerned about him.

“Little brother, are you from around here? Where are your mom and dad? Why are you here alone? You look really hungry. Haven’t you eaten?” While she was stopping his bleeding, the little girl talked intermittently. Qin Zhiyou slightly frowned–it was a bit noisy.

But he didn’t really mind the chattering. At home, if it had been Qin Zhimei being so verbose, he would have already turned around to go play with Zhisu.

Perhaps it was because the little girl was adorable, or perhaps because it was rare to hear a familiar voice from China in a foreign land, or maybe because the little girl’s earlier brave act of throwing stones at someone was also somewhat–unexpectedly cute.

“Ah, pity you don’t understand what I’m saying,” the little girl muttered to herself, using one piece of paper, but unable to stop the bleeding, and switching to another. Suddenly, Qin Zhiyou asked, “What’s your name?”

It was Chinese. The little girl was stunned, “Are you also from China?”

Qin Zhiyou was about to answer when suddenly someone called her name from afar: “Xixi, Xixi where are you?”

“Mom, I’m here,” the little girl turned around calling back quickly. Qin Zhiyou nonchalantly said, “You better go to your mom.”

The little girl nodded, ran a few steps then stopped, remembered something, and turned back, “Little brother, don’t leave just yet, I’ll ask my dad and mom to help you find your home.”

Qin Zhiyou didn’t say anything, just watched as the little girl turned and ran off. This was also the first time he saw Bai Changyou and Ms. Lu. At that time Bai Changyou, who had not yet met Mrs. Cai, was still the exemplary devoted husband. It was rare for him to have time to take his wife and daughter abroad for a vacation, he was gentle, refined, and his love and care for his daughter were apparent, showing nothing else.

And Ms. Lu wasn’t as sharp and stubborn as later on, she gently spoke to her daughter with her head lowered. This family seemed truly warm and loving, just the ideal perfect family that one could imagine.