The boy called Huhu looked at Mo Qiang excitedly who looked back at him with shock and disbelief written on her face. Mo Qiang was good with children but she desperately hated the children who were this energetic.
When she was in the orphanage, she couldn't even count the number of times, kids like Huhu would knock into pans and pots causing their entire dinner to fall on the floor of the mess hall.
Though they apologised later on, what was the point of apologising? Can an apology fill her belly?
More importantly, she loved the peace and quiet. This kid looked nothing like someone who loved silence —— he seemed to be noisy, boisterous and unable to be tamed.
" I …quit, goodbye," as she finished speaking, Mo Qiang turned to walk out of the room but she was stopped by Xiao Jiao who planted herself on her face and said in a hurry,
" Look at his stats! Look at his stats first!"
