After finishing speaking, Little Milk Bun hadn't stopped; turning his head to look at Rong Qing who stood beside him and had been looking over the relevant information with his head down.
"Brother."
"Hmm?"
Rong Qing himself was much taller than most boys his age, and compared to Little Milk Jin, who was even shorter than his peers, it was as if he was breathing air from a different plane.
At this moment, Little Bun looked up earnestly at the young boy in the Tang Suit.
Stretching out his own fair little hand.
"Brother, if you're scared, you can hold my hand."
The little tyke spoke seriously and with poise, like a little adult.
So tiny, yet giving off such a reliable impression.
It made him hard to refuse.
Rong Qing since childhood had seen many such things and had encountered numerous accidents caused by them. In truth, if anyone grew up being targeted and frightened by sudden appearances and got used to the scares, they probably wouldn't be too afraid of these things.
