Zheng Long had originally intended to leave, but the child seemed to sense his intention and immediately knelt down, knocking his head on the ground and begging him to take him in.
"I can work, really, I won't go to school, I won't wear new clothes, I just need enough food to eat, even if I have to live in a shack or eat dishwater,"
Zheng Long felt some pity, "Is that how you've been living before?"
The child cried bitterly, "Yes, I've said before, the meal on the train was the fullest I've ever eaten since I can remember, I've never eaten such delicious food, Uncle, please take me with you, I really won't be any trouble."
Somehow, Zheng Long thought of Mr. Zheng, the old man was aging, and if this child could help him out a bit, life might be easier and besides, the grandfather and grandson could also keep each other company.
With that thought, he turned to the police officer behind him, "Can I take him directly?"
