Xu Jinhang thought it made sense. They were tired and hungry, and hadn't seen their mom or dad. Going home seemed like the best option.
Afraid of encountering bad people, the two of them were especially cautious.
Not finding the main gate they came through, they went out through a random side gate.
Standing by the busy road, the two little ones looked a bit lost.
Pei Dabao rummaged through his little backpack; there was only one US dollar left inside.
"Brother, do you have any money left?" Pei Dabao asked, feeling a bit discouraged, as he closed his backpack and whispered.
Hearing this, Xu Jinhang immediately opened his own backpack.
They didn't have much understanding of money and rarely needed to use it.
After searching through it, they found that there wasn't any money—only two comic books.
"Nothing left."
Pei Dabao's head drooped in disappointment, "We only have one dollar. We can't take a cab now. What should we do?"
