Leng Zhiyuan was unwilling. Zhou Yao's large palm went inside. He wrapped her small hand up directly and brought her along to run forward.
"Oy, Zhou Yao!" She was extremely frustrated. What about flying kites? It was so childish.
"Mrs. Zhou, let go of more string quickly. The kite is about to drop." Zhou Yao rushed her.
Leng Zhiyuan raised her head up to have a look. The butterfly kite that was floating in mid air was really about to drop down. She was anxious and quickly released more string.
But not only did the kite not fly up higher, it dropped down even quicker. What a lousy thing. She stomped her feet as she pulled all the string back in anger.
This was her first time flying a kite, and she was clumsy and at a loss.
