Feng Ciye saw that small bundle lunging toward him and instinctively reached out to catch him steadily.
"Why did you suddenly come looking for me?" Feng Ciye set Tuanzi down and only let go after he was sure the boy was standing firmly on his feet.
Tuanzi was sobbing his heart out, tears streaming nonstop down his soft cheeks and soaking his little face.
Feng Ciye took a light blue handkerchief from his pants pocket, bent slightly, and helped Tuanzi wipe his tears.
The driver had already run after them and said between gasps, "Is this your kid?"
Feng Ciye nodded, stuffed the handkerchief into Tuanzi's hand, and with his long left hand pulled a black phone from his left pocket, apologizing, "My nephew didn't bring money for the ride. I'll scan your WeChat and pay you."
After he scanned and paid, the driver uncle finally left satisfied.
