"Brother Fu, wait for me." A childish voice rang out from behind, and Fu Hengyi's steps halted. He turned around and saw a chubby little figure charging at him like a cannonball. Fu Hengyi instinctively crouched down, opening his arms wide, and the little figure crashed right into his embrace. Fu Hengyi wrapped his arms around her and laughed, "Why are you running so fast?"
Little Qinglan pouted, "It's your fault for walking so fast."
"I need to go home to do homework, and you need to go home to sleep."
"Then can I go home with you?" Five-year-old Little Qinglan blinked her big eyes, which were like two black grapes, spinning round and round, her face full of hope.
Fu Hengyi felt helpless, "Lanlan, be good and go home. Brother will come play with you tomorrow."
Little Qinglan clung to Fu Hengyi's neck and wouldn't let go, "I don't want to, you'll run away. Mommy says you are going to a very faraway place. What if I wake up tomorrow morning and you're already gone?"
