Zhao Tangqi continued, "Imperial City has many bad people. It's so late, and I'm afraid someone might deceive you. How about this, you come home with me first, and when we get to my place, I'll call your family to come pick you up."
"I'd rather not trouble you..." The little girl hesitated, conflicted. She wanted to go home with this older brother but also worried that he might be a bad person.
Zhao Tangqi saw her hesitation and said, "Don't worry, little sister, I'm really not a bad person. I'm a doctor, working at the hospital just up ahead. Look, this is my medical license."
Zhao Tangqi took a red booklet out of his briefcase and handed it to Mu Qingli. Mu Qingli glanced at his medical license, the corners of her mouth curling into a faint, barely noticeable smile.
People tend to let their guard down around doctors, a profession known for saving lives and helping the wounded.