Ren Dong stretched out his little hand to hold his brother's hand, hanging his head as he followed beside Fang Che, his little braid bouncing.
Ye Meng listened and felt a bit sad, just about to say 'Things will get better later.'
Only to hear Fang Che sigh as well and say, "Actually, these kinds of thoughts are normal. Depending on the environment and situation, you think about certain things. For instance, your Brother Dong, Brother Qiu, and Brother Feng, actually their thoughts are quite similar to yours."
Immediately, Feng Xiangdong and the others became interested, wondering how we were similar to them?
So they all perked up their ears.
The little guys were, of course, even more curious: "How are Brother Qiu and the others similar to us?"
