1009 Based on my Calculations, Uncle, you’re about to Face a Bloody Calamity in the Near Future.

Qiao Qing was flustered and quickly tried to button her shirt back up. The other person in the room, however, stopped her.

Jun Yexuan had a lump in his throat as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Let me help you.”

…

Three years later.

Capital Country.

Capital City.

At the airport.

Mu Jinghang had just gotten off his flight and exited the VIP tunnel when he bumped into a young boy.

He quickly knelt down to help, “Hey, little guy, are you O”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Behind him, his assistant Qin Liang was confused. He’s never met Sang Wu and had no idea why the president was so shocked.

“President? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with the kid?”

They looked so much alike.

The boy in front of him was basically Sang Wu’s clone with masculine features.

Before he realized what he was doing, he had fully knelt down in front of the child.

He helped the child stand up but didn’t ask him for his name or his age.

He merely checked out the kid from head to toe, “Are you hurt?”

As Mu Jinghang stared at Sang Ling, Sang Ling stared back at him, “I’m fine. But uncle, you’re going to get hurt.”

Mu Jinghang raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”

Sang Wu started to play with his fingers like an actual psychic.

“Based on my calculations, uncle, you’re about to face a bloody calamity in the near future.”

Mu Jinghang, “…”

Qin Liang, “…”

Speechless, Qin Liang quickly scolded, “I’ve never met a scammer as young as you. What are you going to say next? That in order to get rid of this bad luck, we have to pay you?”

Sang Ling shook his head, “I don’t need money. Just bring me home.”

Qin Liang smiled, “Ah, so he’s a hungry kid. How pitiful.”

He then looked over to Mu Jinghang, “President, let’s take him to an orphanage. Prescient? What is it?”

Mu Jinghang started having a panic attack the moment the child spoke of such strangeness.

However, these past few years, after he took over the company, he had been trained to remain more collected.

With tears in his eyes, he asked the boy, “You can predict the future?”

Sang Ling nodded.

“President, it’s obvious he’s a scammer. You”

Mu Jinghang gestured for him to stop as he continued to focus on Sang Ling, “Where did you learn that skill from?”

Sang Ling was unreserved, “My mom.”

Mu Jinghang inhaled deeply, “Where’s your mom?”

Sang Ling looked towards the back, “She’s in the washroom.”

Qin Liang’s lips twitched as he exclaimed the carelessness of the mother.

To leave her own child alone at an airport that was exploding with people wasn’t she afraid that her kid would get trafficked?

Mu Jinghang was silent. He patted Sang Ling’s head, “You want to come home with me?”

Sang Ling nodded violently.

Mu Jinghang grinned and picked up the boy, “Then let’s go home.”

Behind him, Qin Liang’s jaw dropped.

He picked up the luggage and pursued Mu Jinghang, “Ah, no, president, you’re really bringing home that little boy? He said his mom’s in the washroom, which means he has a family! How flustered will his mom be once she’s out of the washroom and finds her kid gone?!”