"Fourth Master Shen, I don't have a home. Why not just send me back to the orphanage? I actually quite liked it there. It's been eight years since I last saw the director, and I don't even know if he's managed to get together with his little lover."
"Are you sure anyone wants to see you?"
"…" Xu Chaomu's mouth twitched.
"Why are you like this? Xiaopang and the others really like me. They love climbing trees with me the most, fishing with me the most, the most..."
As she spoke, Xu Chaomu lowered her head and suddenly couldn't help but sob, tears falling like pearls off a broken string—plip, plop, onto the ground.
"Why are you crying now?" Shen Chi was helpless.
He was out of options when it came to her.
But no matter what, he longed to see her making a fuss, scampering about like a little mouse, stirring trouble like a kitten on the roof, it was all fine.
As long as she wasn't calm and quiet, it was all good.
