Ye Sang waved the transparent umbrella in her arms and tilted her head to the side, "What about brodda then?"
It was raining outside.
The little boy glanced at her, displaying no expressions on his delicate face,
"I'll wait here."
Meaning: come back and return it to me.
He didn't plan to use the umbrella anyway; having one or not was the same to him.
The Shen family wasn't a soft-hearted one.
Same as that man.
The little thing pondered for a while but still couldn't rest at ease. She pulled his sleeve and urged earnestly, "Brodda, don't go running around."
"Sangsang will be back very soon."
The little boy fixed his dark eyes on her, eventually agreeing in a soft voice.
Yan'an didn't want to talk to this silly little girl at first.
But he realized that if he ignored her, the girl would nag him forever.
Finally, Ye Sang left whilst looking back at every step.
