Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Chapter 1363: 1362 young thief

Tan Rou did look back at the little boy, not for any particular reason, but simply because he was speaking the language of J country, and she had been researching translators lately, so she was very sensitive to the J country language.

“Tan Rou, what are you looking at?” Shang Jin turned around and saw Tan Rou stop in her tracks, “Do you know that kid?”

“I don’t,” Tan Rou shook her head and said, “He’s speaking the J country language, so he must be J country too. I’ve been studying J country’s language and cultural customs lately, so I’m quite sensitive to it.”

“Well, it seems we have quite the fate with J country people, meeting them everywhere,” Shang Jin said, “Since that’s the case, should we stop and help the kid out? I think he’s at most ten years old, he can’t be that bad, right?”

Lang Yue however, advised her not to meddle, “This isn’t our country, and we don’t know the laws here. It’s better not to interfere. If we get held up here, it will delay our trip. It doesn’t matter for us two, we can just consider it a business trip. But it can’t delay the boss, she has to report back to school in September. If she gets held up by things here, it will affect her classes.”

With Lang Yue saying this, Shang Jin dared not to meddle and hurried Tan Rou, “Tan Rou, let’s get back to the plane, it’s too hot outside, I’m about to melt.”

Tan Rou nodded and replied, “Yeah, let’s go.”

However, they didn’t leave. Just as they were stepping onto the gangway, the little boy suddenly lunged at them. Tan Rou was at the back, so the little boy was trying to tackle her.

Tan Rou sensed the little boy’s approach and quickly sidestepped about a quarter-meter when he was still half a meter away from her. The boy didn’t tackle anyone and could only fall to the ground.

Shang Jin and Lang Yue heard the commotion behind them and immediately turned to look. When they saw the little boy on the ground, their first reaction was to ask Tan Rou if she was hurt.

“Tan Rou, are you alright?” Shang Jin jumped down from the gangway.

Tan Rou wasn’t scared by the little boy, but she was quite startled by Shang Jin, “What are you doing? That’s so high, what if you fell and got hurt?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I…” Shang Jin realized how dangerous her action had been after being scolded, “I was just worried about your safety. If something happened to you here, it would be a great fault.”

“I’m fine,” Tan Rou quickly changed the subject and asked the two policemen in the universal language, “What are you doing? Why are you chasing this child?”

One of the policemen, out of breath, replied, “I’m sorry, ma’am, we are catching a thief. If we’ve disturbed you, please forgive us.”

Tan Rou glanced at the two robust policemen, then looked at the frail child on the ground before asking, “What did he steal?”

The taller policeman scratched his head, “It seems like he stole some food.”

The shorter policeman said, “No, it looks like he stole a valuable gem from a lady.”

The taller policeman insisted on his view, “No, no, no, I’m sure he stole food.”

The other contradicted, “He definitely stole a gem. I couldn’t have heard wrong.”

Tan Rou and the others were at a loss for words at such a spectacle and could only stand by and watch the drama unfold.

Just then, the boy lying on the ground suddenly spoke up, “I’m just hungry, I want to eat some bread…”

The two policemen stopped quarreling and told Tan Rou, “We don’t know which country this kid is from, we can’t understand a word he’s saying. We asked if he stole something, but he only spoke gibberish and doesn’t speak the universal language.”

“He said he’s just hungry and wants some bread,” Tan Rou translated for the boy, “Is that bread in his hand? Is it so valuable that you’ve chased him for so long?”

Tan Rou then said to the boy, “Show them anything you might be hiding. If it’s bread, they might forgive your crime.”

The boy looked at Tan Rou with surprise, “You speak our country’s language?”

Tan Rou looked straight into the boy’s eyes, suddenly feeling that they resembled someone’s.

Laka!