"Of course, I'm reluctant to leave," said Meng Yao.
Zhao Xiaoshu came over and patted the little fat guy's shoulder, "A few kids ran into some trouble and need your help. They're all waiting for you. I'm entrusting this matter to you, so don't be half-hearted."
"Madam, I'll be busy now. I'll find you later when I'm free," said the little fat guy as he walked out.
"Alright," Meng Yao replied.
"Mother, Zashi has a lively personality and usually loves to follow me around," said Zhao Xiaoshu. "He is very curious about my previous life, since I seldom talk about it, so when he saw you, he couldn't wait to ask."
"You can tell that this little fat guy named Zashi really likes you," Meng Yao said with a smile. "That's nice."
Though Zhao Xiaoshu is now a leader, in Meng Yao's eyes, he's still a child—a youngster who should have playmates.
Zashi is just such a presence.
He probably treats Xiaoshu as a friend first, and a leader second.
