Faced with the accusation, Little Yu scratched at his trouser seam. He looked at his childhood friend's aggrieved, reproachful face, his round little head full of questions.
Since this involved trust between the children, Shen Changgeng, who had been enjoying the show, stopped watching from the sidelines and turned to Yao's father. "You didn't tell me you were coming?"
"Wasn't it something the two of them arranged? I only got dragged out of bed this morning to go to your place."
Yao's father was just as confused. He had been sleeping with his wife in his arms that morning when his son suddenly came running in, shouting and pinning his old man down like Mount Tai crashing onto him, demanding to see his little friend.
Worried about missing an appointment, the couple had hurried out of bed and even eaten breakfast on the way, only to find that their visit to the Shen Family home was in vain.
The question came back around to his own child. Under his father's death glare, Yao Xiaolin planted his hands on his hips, straightened up, and confidently asked a question of his own.
"Aren't we good friends? I wanted to play with Little Fish, so I came!"
Yao's father: You still have to ask whether he's free!
Looking at this character build that was nearly beyond saving, Yao's father choked back his words and silently considered whether there was any hope of salvaging it.
As more and more students entered the kindergarten, the thick-skinned Little Yao soon forgot his complaints. Belatedly noticing Congcong standing right beside them, he curiously patted the little fellow's head.
When the little scaredy-cat's eyes filled with frightened tears, his frail little body looking as though it might shatter, Yao Xiaolin hurriedly pulled his fingers back, afraid he might