"Dad," Nina called out, standing beside Li Jingren, the sounds of tiny wheels installed in the trolley bag rolling on the floor followed her.
Li Jingren's eyes going over the words printed in the newspaper stopped, sliding up, they rested on his daughter's face. "Yes, dear." All ears, to provide himself helpful, then spotted the trolley peeking from Nina's behind. "Are you leaving already?" He asked with a subtle shift in his eyebrows.
"Yes." Nina tightened her grip on the lethal clothing, the metal handle shooting out from the bag concealed its nakedness with.