The shrill voice cracked and went out of tune.
The child looked ready to jump out of his skin.
His eyes were fixed on the phone in Auntie Zhao's hand.
"Don't call!"
"You want to apologize?"
The quiet boy spoke at just the right moment.
The boy in the middle: ...
He clenched his fists.
His chest heaved violently.
"He even helped Auntie pick up the vegetables..."
It was such a big demand. How could you just do as you were told?
The girl's voice rose.
The older girl froze.
The anger in your heart had all but dissipated when you heard the child's apology.
There was only one quiet boy.
"Who's afraid of fish?"
He looked as if he couldn't understand why I was being so foolish.
Auntie Zhao met the child's eyes, her voice gentle.
He was trying to hold back the agitated boy in the middle.
And keep the other two boys at bay.
"You only need his apology."
Some of this child's demands—
The quiet boy didn't turn around.
He couldn't help sighing inwardly.
His two friends looked at each other, then crouched down too.
Her brows knitted together.
She quickly pressed a number.
The girl stared wide-eyed at the phone screen.
He was also helping me pull the quiet girl away.
Was he telling me not to go help?
Were those children actually going to fight?
The last symbol wasn't a number.
This child had helped her out of a difficult situation.
Huh?
Auntie Zhao paused.
This time, it was the adult—you—who...
His two friends were stunned.
The three children moved quickly.
Auntie Zhao's expression tensed.
There were three of them.
Their spirits seemed to flag.
"Wait—"
"He finally apologized."
In the end,