Si Ang desperately searched his mind for something to say. This time, he would become friends with Richie no matter what.
His father had been caught in a terrorist attack and shot in a vital area. Fortunately, he was now out of danger.
Because information about the attack was confidential, even his own son could not come and go freely from the hospital. Once he left the hospital today, he would not be allowed back in.
He really was the only person living at home. The house was empty and eerie, and at night, he did not even dare leave his room to use the bathroom.
This time, he played the poor, pitiful child and begged Twilight to take him in for a while, but his real goal was to get closer to Richie.
Richie and Anya saw everything in Si Ang's mind with perfect clarity. The two children with mind reading exchanged glances.
Anya wanted to tell Richie, but she could not say it aloud, so she could only signal him with her eyes.
Richie picked up his little sister's rapid-fire eye signals.
Si Ang felt a little awkward. This was his first time begging someone like this.
"Sir, please don't worry. I haven't run away from home. My family knows about this. I..."
Si Ang stumbled over his words. He really was not good at lying.
Richie grinned beside him. This was the first time he had seen Si Ang so flustered.
He wanted to see just what Si Ang was up to.
Twilight was still weighing the pros and cons when Richie nudged him with his elbow.
"Father, poor Si Ang is having such a hard time. Let him stay at our house for a day!
"He can sleep in my room. We're both boys, after all.