"Alright!" Xiao Mo grabbed Zhao Gushen's pants and started walking forward.
Zhao Gushen: "..."
He reached out his hand: "Hold hands."
Xiao Mo thought for a moment and decided to put his little hand into Zhao Gushen's palm.
Big hand holding small hand, walking together.
Li Xiaoyun didn't follow them.
Such a thing as a fire in the back garden is too terrifying, she wanted to keep her distance.
At this moment, she let Ye Fei fend for herself.
As they walked, Zhao Gushen couldn't help but ponder.
Ye Fei secretly ran to Ye City back then, naturally not contacting anyone from her past there.
Otherwise, five years wouldn't have passed with just Li Xiaoyun as her only friend.
Today, just as Ye Fei showed her face, she encountered an old classmate from before.
How could it be such a coincidence?
"That old classmate, is he the same age as Xiao Fei?" Zhao Gushen asked.
"No idea." Xiao Mo said carelessly.
"How can you not know that?" Zhao Gushen said, particularly disdainful.
