Suddenly, a large hand forcefully pushed through the reporters, allowing Qianning to quicken her departure. Qianning, surprised, raised her head and met Luo Haotian's gaze.
He lifted Lele from Qianning's arms, holding the child high above his head. The man's uniquely deep voice bellowed, "Get out of the way!" The reporters instinctively stepped back. Cradling Lele, he strode to the cab that was parked by the roadside. Qianning jogged to keep up with his pace.
After Qianning got into the taxi, it immediately drove off, leaving the reporters behind.
In the small back seat of the taxi, Lele sat in Luo Haotian's arms, still with a fearful look in her eyes, "Mommy, why won't these people let us go?"
Qianning didn't answer her; she didn't know how to explain it to such a little one. She could only take Lele from Luo Haotian's arms, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Lele, how about Mommy takes you to eat skewers today, okay?"