Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling Chapter 129: Issuing the Good Person Card

"I wasn’t selling anything."

Adrian Hawthorne was perfectly calm. The photos were all sold out, so they wouldn’t find anything even if they searched him. Besides, he was just a child. They couldn’t possibly send him to a labor camp.

The staff mber was a man in his forties. He was tall and broad with a square face, giving him a naturally authoritative air. The other passengers who had bought photos were so scared they didn’t dare make a peep, lowering their heads and pretending they hadn’t seen a thing.

"If you weren’t selling anything, why was such a large crowd gathered? What’s in the bag?"

The man wasn’t so easily fooled. Adrian Hawthorne willingly handed over his bag. Inside were the six at buns he had bought earlier. He had stuffed all the cash from selling the photos into the pockets of his clothes.

"Mister, can you please leave one at bun? I haven’t had a at bun in so long..."

Tang Xiao’nan looked at the at buns with a pitiful expression, even licking her lips. The man’s stern face softened a little. He lowered his voice. "I’m not going to confiscate your at buns. Don’t be afraid."

"You’re a really good person, Mister."

Tang Xiao’nan grinned, and this ti, she ant it. ’This man may look fierce, but he’s definitely a kind and gentle person at heart.’

Adults who could be soft on children all had kind hearts.

The man’s lips twitched into a smile. A sudden joy filled his heart. His colleagues and friends all said he was as stern as a judge, and his own children were terrified of him, acting like mice seeing a cat whenever he was around. But this little girl wasn’t afraid of him at all. She even called him a good person!

"Don’t co back here again. If you do, you’ll be penalized!"

The man returned the schoolbag to Adrian Hawthorne, his face turning serious as he lectured him. Even without finding any evidence, he was certain Adrian Hawthorne had just been selling sothing. Looking at the boy’s clothes, his family was clearly not well off. To be out with such a young sister, it seed there were no adults at ho. The two siblings were relying on each other to get by—how pitiful.

Moreover, the boy himself was wearing patched clothes and was rail-thin, yet his sister was dressed up nicely and was fair and chubby. It showed he was a responsible, good older brother. He was also very careful, even using a rope to keep her close when they went out.

In just that short ti, the man had already imagined a tragic backstory for Adrian Hawthorne and his sister and had ntally awarded Adrian the "Best Big Brother" certificate. His impression of the boy was excellent.

’Their family must be struggling for him to be out here selling things.’ Although the man felt a great deal of sympathy, his job was his duty, and he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

After a few more words of admonishnt, the man let them go. Tang Xiao’nan waved. "Goodbye, Mister!"

The man managed another small smile and gently patted Tang Xiao’nan on the head. "Hurry on ho now."

Then he barked at Adrian Hawthorne, "Don’t get involved in illegal activities."

Adrian Hawthorne just nodded without making a sound. ’Stopping is impossible, so I can’t agree to that.’ He had to co back tomorrow. Many passengers hadn’t been able to buy a photo today. Tonight, he needed to develop five hundred prints.

Thrilled with his success, Adrian Hawthorne montarily forgot he was still holding onto soone. He strode forward, and Tang Xiao’nan, with her short legs, couldn’t keep up. She fell with a THUD. Luckily, her padded cotton jacket was thick, so the fall didn’t hurt.

Adrian Hawthorne finally realized what had happened and quickly scooped Tang Xiao’nan up. "Did you get hurt?"

"It hurts."

Tang Xiao’nan’s lips trembled. Her pitiful expression made Adrian Hawthorne feel incredibly guilty. He took a at bun from his bag and stuffed it into her hands. "Eat this at bun, and it won’t hurt anymore."

The at bun was a little cold, and Tang Xiao’nan had no interest in it. She didn’t want even a single bite. She had Adrian Hawthorne put her down. The boy was so skinny; she was afraid she’d crush him.

Adrian Hawthorne saw that she disliked the cold bun, so he went and bought another six. He had earned money today, so he could afford to be extravagant for once.

"Eat a hot one."

Adrian Hawthorne handed a hot bun to Tang Xiao’nan. The at buns back then were really sothing—the skin was thin, the filling was plentiful and juicy, and the taste was truly delicious. Tang Xiao’nan hit the filling in her first bite. Then, she saw Adrian Hawthorne pick up a cold bun for himself.