"Mr. Lucky Fox... Did it hit someone?" Seeing the nearly five and a half-pound alloy book crash into a house, Lin Shu was startled, fearing it might have killed someone.
"No worries, the kid is very happy." Mr. Lucky Fox waved his hand and said, "He said he wanted to read happily, so now he should be quite happy, just that his hand is a little sore..."
Lin Ying & Lin Shu: "......."
Earlier, they were puzzled why Mr. Lucky Fox nailed bills to a book, but now they understood.
Turns out a kid next door was feeling down, murmuring complaints that Mr. Lucky Fox overheard.
Upon learning the truth, the corners of Lin Ying's mouth twitched slightly, showing a complex mix of laughter and helplessness, then she sighed.
What Mr. Lucky Fox did might have seemed a bit absurd, but if it had happened a bit earlier, Mr. Lucky Fox and her quirky little Lin Si would have been the rascally street kids of Changxi Town.
