My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 691 Little Chaoyang Starts to Save Dad 2

Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, pretended to be nonchalant, scurrying toward the exit of the restroom. When he brushed past Mrs. Quan, he halted his small steps, lifted his little head, and said importantly, "Auntie, you can’t bring boys into the restroom. This is the ladies’ room."

When Mrs. Quan heard Little Chaoyang’s words, she was baffled. "You little brat," she said, "what makes you think I brought a man in here? Spouting nonsense at such a young age!"

Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed beside Mrs. Quan. "Isn’t one right here?"

Mrs. Quan looked where Su Chaoyang’s little finger pointed, but all she saw was emptiness.

"Where did this little nutcase come from!"

Mrs. Quan cursed, found a stall, went in, and shut the door with a SLAP, the sound seemingly enough to shake the heavens.

From outside, a childish voice could be heard, "Uncle, you need to get out quick! Boys shouldn’t enter the girls’ restroom; it’s shameful! Eh, what’s that you say? That auntie is your mommy? Even if she’s your mommy, it’s not okay. You’d better get out quickly, or I’ll deal with you, hmph!"

While Mrs. Quan was using the toilet in the stall, she heard Su Chaoyang’s voice through the door and yelled, "Little nutcase, stop your spooky act!"

Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, was not deterred. His soft, sweet voice continued as he muttered to himself, "What’s your name?"

"Oh, your name is Quan Yong? Uncle Quan Yong, I’m counting to three. If you’re not out by then, don’t blame me for not being polite!"

"One, two..."

BANG! Mrs. Quan, not even bothering to fasten her pants properly, burst out of the stall. "Little nutcase," she said incredulously, "who are you talking about?"

Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, didn’t say a word. He picked up a piece of Talisman Paper, held it importantly in his palm, and chanted the Incantation with profound mystery, "Rush as the decree..."

"Hold on!"

Mrs. Quan snatched the Talisman Paper from Su Chaoyang’s hand, anxiously looking around. But apart from the two of them, the restroom was empty. Could it be that only this little nutcase could see him, and she couldn’t?

Mrs. Quan lowered her head and stared into Su Chaoyang’s large, dewy eyes. "Little girl," she asked, "can you really see another man here?"

A sly flash passed through Su Chaoyang’s eyes. He nodded, speaking in a sweet, childish voice as he pointed beside Mrs. Quan, "Auntie, isn’t that him?"

"Xiaoyong? Xiaoyong, is that really you?"

Mrs. Quan stared at the empty restroom, calling out emotionally, tears almost rolling down her cheeks.

She stretched out her hand, saying, "Xiaoyong, where are you? Mommy can’t see you. Mommy misses you so much."

Standing beside her, Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, said, "Auntie, Uncle says he misses you too."

"Really?"

"Of course. Little kids never lie."

Su Chaoyang, with his innocent, milky-white face, gave off an incredibly sincere vibe.

"Uncle also said that he came to find you today because there’s something super important, connected to his survival."

With tears streaming down, Mrs. Quan asked, "What is it?"

Nibbling on his thumb, Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, seemed to hesitate.

Impatient, Mrs. Quan urged, "Just tell me!"

Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, said, "Uncle said Auntie has been doing something bad recently, which caused him to be punished at Yanwang Temple. If Auntie continues to be stubborn and refuses to stop, then all the sins she commits will result in the son repaying the mother’s debts."

Mrs. Quan’s expression turned exceedingly grim. "Nonsense! When have I done anything bad?"

Mrs. Quan was very cautious. "Who sent you, little girl? Don’t think I’ll believe you just because you say a few words. My son isn’t here at all! There’s no such thing as the son repaying the mother’s debts!"

Su Chaoyang, the Little Daoist, put on a helpless yet comical little expression. "I’m just the messenger, Auntie. Whether it’s true or not isn’t my concern. Believe it or not, I’ve delivered the message. I’m off now."