"Then why did you just scare Little Ye? Go and take a look at the child. He's squatting in front of Little Gray and talking to it. How pitiful." Mo Ning pointed at the pitiful child squatting in the yard.
This girl was stubborn and soft-hearted. She clearly cared about the donkey, yet she had scared that fool Little Ye.
Ling Sheng hushed her. "Don't tell him yet. We'll give him a surprise."
Mo Ning replied, "Okay."
If she did not say it now, it would be inappropriate to make that fool sad for two days. It was pitiful, but it would be fun.
The show was nearing its end and it would be ending tomorrow.
Cheng Ye had been depressed for the past few days. Every day, he would get out of bed to cut grass for Little Gray and find his favorite grass.
In the evening, their walk became longer and longer. As long as there was time, he would definitely squat in front of Little Gray and talk to it.
