It seemed like simply letting him fend for himself, right?
Sigh, still, Qian'er is great. It would be even better if she didn't dislike competing with him for a seat.
Zhao Rong nodded inwardly.
The next second, he slightly lifted his buttocks and shifted to the right, generously making space for the quiet little girl 'squeezing' beside him.
"Hmph!"
However, unexpectedly, Qian'er, seemingly chin-propped and admiring the moonlight afar, suddenly wrinkled her delicate nose and huffed annoyedly.
In an instant, she stood up vigorously, her slender arms hugging her little chest, pouting her lips, and with heavy footsteps, moved to the far opposite side of a certain big pig's rooftop.
The little girl sat down again, alone, hugging her knees, curling her small body, with her back to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong, at first, looked worriedly at the roof tiles, which bore the brunt of the fallout.
Fortunately, the landlord's house was solidly built, no skimping on materials.
