At this mont, the children nearby rushed over, raising their hands and eagerly speaking up, "Sister, what does ’taking advantage’ an?"
Because of the public welfare video shoot before, she had beco familiar with these kids, although a few faces were gone, most of them were still around.
Uh...
This is a classic case of leading kids astray, isn’t it?
How should she explain it?!
In front of a group of innocent, wide-eyed children, she really couldn’t say those words.
Tong Yan was at a loss for words, head aching terribly. This must be the greatest punishnt. She thought for a mont and randomly concocted an explanation to get by, "It ans you shouldn’t just take things from others; if it’s not yours, you shouldn’t..."
A group of kids nodded cluelessly.
"Darling, this is misguiding the children." Bo Yimo watched her as if he were about to face a formidable foe, with intrigue in his eyes and a smile between his brows.
Oh, co on!
Saying those words would be truly misleading the children.
Tong Yan rubbed her fists, itching to hit soone.
The volunteer standing to the side watched with great interest; she had consud so much ’dog food’ that she couldn’t even eat a al now, perhaps it might even help her lose weight.
So, let the ’dog food’ co even more fiercely.
Turns out Little Fatty and Young Master Mo have this kind of relationship; why was it never ntioned before?
Couldn’t believe she was the first fan to know!
Just thinking about it makes her excited!
"Sister Yan, the charity concert is about to start. Can you help check the lighting and sound?" Wen Shu’s eyes were dim, and her voice seed a bit low.
Before Tong Yan had a chance to respond, Bo Yimo calmly spoke, "Little Nine, go check it."
Little Nine walked out from the corner, "Yes, sir."
#Omnipotent Little Nine, wherever needed, he goes#
Bo Yimo’s expression remained indifferent, eyes on Wen Shu, "If there’s anything else that needs to be done, just call Little Nine."
Little Nine, who was checking the lights, got caught in the crossfire for no reason.
Such bold and domineering words, all but directly saying not to have Tong Yan do anything.
But even without saying it, Wen Shu understood.
Wen Shu was so choked up she was speechless, stunned and silent.
Their gazes t in the air, seemingly sparking.
Tong Yan sensed the tension, quickly interjecting, "Little Tree, you go prepare first, leave the rest to ."
Even if Tong Yan hadn’t recalled it, with the evidence of photos, she was not so courteous with Wen Shu, calling her the sa way she used to.
Having known each other since childhood, naturally, their relationship wasn’t ordinary, and she wasn’t a pretentious person.
Little Tree...
Wen Shu was taken aback, her gaze distant, with a pleading tone, "Sister Yan, could you hold and say: Little Tree, I’m back, you don’t have to wait anymore."
"No." Bo Yimo decisively refused, his eyes icy, "Why should I?"
Wen Shu fell silent, eventually managing a smile, but it was more painful to behold than tears.
Yeah, why, but he only wanted an outco for the years of waiting, even if it was a fleeting happiness.
"Brother, when will the singing start?" A child couldn’t wait any longer and began to ask Wen Shu.
They knew this brother was going to sing for them, and that the headmistress said he was also from an orphanage.
Thinking of this, the children felt a sense of intimacy towards him, and thus spoke with a bit of recklessness.
Wen Shu didn’t speak again, and surrounded by a group of children, began to sing. He had specially written a few new songs for this charity performance, lively yet childlike, his voice rendered them heavenly.
With his first words, everyone was captivated.
PS: Except God Bo.
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