As soon as Yege stepped out, Nan Feng called out from the carriage: "Yege, over here!"
When Yege's tall figure squeezed into the carriage, it became even more cramped.
Sima Guangguang noticeably furrowed his brows, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Yege was the one Nan Feng had feelings for.
He just wished he had been born six years earlier. Or even five years would have worked, four years too.
As soon as Yege arrived, Nan Feng started to chat pleasantly with him: "Do you remember this little friend? He's from Da Ping Village. He used to help us at the faucet."
"Of course I remember," Yege first cast a loving glance at Nan Feng, then turned to Sima Guangguang, "Guangguang has grown a lot taller and looks much more mature. By the way, where are your parents?"
Sima Guangguang was not one to talk, especially in response to a question like that from Yege. Did a child always have to have his parents around? Couldn't a child just be on his own?
