Xiao Han, hearing her say this, didn't insist further. He turned back to look at the crowd, but the empty spot seemed as if that figure had never appeared.
"Are you okay?"
Lan Xin Ai squatted down, gently helping the small boy up, tenderly brushing the dust off him. Earlier, when she was sitting here, the small boy ran over happily, and because he was in such a hurry, he fell right down.
"I'm okay, but my things..." The small boy looked at the scattered pastries on the ground, almost in tears.
He had heard from his friends that a pretty big sister had bought all their stuff here, so he ran over to try his luck, not expecting to fall over.
The pastries were now on the ground, covered in dust and completely unsalvageable. He would definitely be punished when he got home.
"Don't be afraid, big sister bought them all." Lan Xin Ai saw his face full of fear and knew that children of this age coming out to work must have families that weren't well-off.
