The staff approached her, and before she could say anything, the woman abruptly turned her gaze to Yao Qing.
"Miss... could you please do me a favor, and take my child to the restroom?"
Yao Qing glanced at her.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, she quickly explained, "You're wearing designer brands from head to toe, and you seem like a kind person. He's my only son, and I've always doted on him. I have such a stomachache right now, I'm afraid to move around too much and upset the baby. Could you please help me take my child to the restroom..."
Yao Qing pondered for a few seconds before the little boy hopped over to her side as if he had understood her consent.
"Okay, wait here for a moment."
The pregnant woman looked as grateful as if she was about to cry.
Yao Qing had been to this airport many times before, the restroom was not far behind.
The child behaved well along the way, bouncing into the men's restroom.
