The child frowned and looked a bit unhappy, as he jumped down from the chair and walked out through the door.
"Dog, why are you here?" Just like him, the child at the gate was an orphan who suddenly appeared in this village and lived in dilapidated houses at the periphery of the village. Both of them had lived here for five or six years, relying on occasional assistance from the kind villagers.
Yet despite their similar experiences, the two did not have much association, possibly due to incompatibility of character.
"I've told you to stop calling me Dog, my name is Jing Qi!" He frowned. He then remembered something and shook the sweet potato in his hand. "Mother Wang gave me a sweet potato, shall we share it?"
"I don't need it." The child shook his head.
Yet Jing Qi did not listen to his words and pressed the sweet potato into his hand. He had to take it.
