Mianmian had never seen a Western boy with both hair and eyes of pure black, and out of curiosity, she approached the window and asked, "Who are you?"
The little boy smiled and said his name, "Hello, my name is Shan Di."
Mianmian: "Oh, so your name is Shan Di. Why are you hanging outside the window? Are you a thief?"
A drop of cold sweat appeared on Shan Di's forehead.
What is a thief? How could he possibly be a thief!
"No, I came to find you to play," Shan Di said with a smile, as he reached out his hand, "Would you like to play with me? I'm quite lonely by myself."
Mianmian shook her head in refusal, "I don't want to, I have to catch a plane tomorrow."
Shan Di's smile instantly stiffened on his face.
Mianmian gave Shan Di a sweet smile, then quickly closed the window and drew the curtains.
After finishing all that, she went back to bed and saw that Chu Ye had sent her a message.
Chu Ye: [Mianmian, are you having fun in America?]
