Yan Sinian extended his hand, "Thank you all for taking care of Qingqing."
It seemed it was time for a handshake, and Qu Ruorui carefully grabbed and shook it with both hands.
Jun Feifei behaved similarly.
Some temperaments are innate, naturally invoking a sense of dread.
Wei Rong was eating, and upon seeing this, he quickly stretched his hand out of the bag and wiped it on his body.
"Usually, it's Qingqing who takes care of us."
Yue Qingqing's gaze fell on Wei Rong's palm.
The previously plump palm, with its dimples, now looked somewhat lean.
Yan Sinian held the handshake for a few seconds before letting go, his face serene and unchanging.
"Everyone must be hungry by now, let's find a restaurant and have dinner."
Yue Qingqing looked worryingly at her senior brother, and sure enough, she saw Yan Sinian discreetly casting a Dust-Removal Spell, washing the nonexistent dust off his hands again.
The children were taking turns reporting to their homes using a public payphone.
