Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. "Are you hungry? Do you want to try the beef pastry Madam Bai made?"
Gu Nuo'er lowered her head, her lively eyes revealing a hint of urgency.
"Elder Brother Siming, it's going to rain heavily soon. There'll be a fierce storm. Keep your pastry, we might not be able to eat tonight!"
When Ye Siming heard this, he looked up at the still blue sky.
There was no sign of rain.
However, he knew that the child was never one to brag or lie.
Previously, at the state school, he heard a group of people discussing Xue Yumeng.
They said that Gu Nuo'er had long known that there would be a storm.
However, the sky was clear at that time. How did she make such a judgment?
Just like now, how did she know that heavy rain was about to come?
Ye Siming sniffed but couldn't smell any rain.
He frowned. "How long before it starts?"
