Zheng He switched to a gentle smile again, directing his attention to the introverted chubby child.
He walked over to the chubby child, bent down, pointed at Jingjing who had run far away, and said, "I'm her mom's good friend. She's angry with me because I don't have any snacks on me. Do you know if there's a supermarket nearby, and could you take me there to buy some tasty treats? If you could lead the way, I would reward you with some snacks too!"
The chubby child smacked his lips, carefully watching Zheng He, speaking in a voice as small as a mosquito's, stammering, "But, but you're a stranger, the teacher said, said we can't go with strangers."
"But I'm not a bad person. Look, I just gave you all lots of snacks to eat, would a bad person give you so many snacks?"
The chubby child's face showed some emotion, his gaze at Zheng He filled with indecision.
