After hanging up the phone from Little Youzi, Cheng Zhu sprinted downstairs.
Information obtained one: Little sister was hungry.
Information obtained two: She'd only eat if I got there.
Cheng Zhu ran faster than a sports student, like a wild dog off its leash.
August in Hang City was scorchingly hot, so by the time he got to Yunlai Restaurant, he was dripping with sweat.
Xu Yun looked at him, puzzled, "Where did you go?"
"I didn't go anywhere; I just ran here all the way from home. Fast, isn't it?" Cheng Zhu was slightly proud.
Just then, a pair of small hands suddenly appeared, holding two tissues: "Brother, wipe."
Little Youzi remembered her mother's teaching: after sweating a lot, wipe it off before entering an air-conditioned room, or you might catch a cold.
Cheng Zhu smiled and didn't take the tissue but bent down to let Little Youzi help him wipe it off.
