Lu Youheng's good luck seemed to have run out.
The aunt at the ticket gate wasn't easy to fool. She tried to sneak in with a woman, only to be stopped by the ticket checker.
The little guy attempted to use his usual tricks, but the ticket checker pulled the woman ahead and asked, "Excuse me, is this your child?"
The woman in front turned back, glanced at Lu Youheng, and shook her head decisively, "I haven't even married yet."
Now, everything fell apart.
Facing the scrutinizing gaze of the ticket checker, Lu Youheng didn't seem guilty at all.
He calmly said, "You made a mistake. My mom is further ahead. She went in first and is waiting for me inside."
This was obviously a lie.
What mother would leave such a young child outside while she went in to play by herself?
The ticket checker asked, "Which one is she? Point her out to me, and I'll call her back."
This time, Lu Youheng was dumbfounded.
He stood there, looking at the ticket checker with big eyes, not saying a word.
