"Kid, where are your mom and dad?" As soon as Zhang Chu said this, Jiang Feng felt like he was a child trafficker.
Even though he knew Zhang Chu meant well, based on his appearance and the words he had just spoken, Jiang Feng couldn't shake the feeling that Zhang Chu had the aura of a child trafficker.
Xue Shaoheng looked up at him, shook his head, and continued searching for flowers.
Seeing that Xue Shaoheng ignored him, Zhang Chu added another comment, "It's getting late now, you should go home for dinner."
After Zhang Chu finished speaking, he prepared to leave.
Reminded by Zhang Chu, Xue Shaoheng remembered that he should go home to have dinner with his sister.
But he hadn't found the flower yet, and he wanted to find the purple flower to pick and bring back to his sister.
"Dinner," Xue Shaoheng said.
"Flower," Xue Shaoheng looked towards the flowerbed.
"Dinner."
"Flower."
"Dinner."
Zhang Chu heard Xue Shaoheng's words and looked at him with a bit of surprise.
