The crowd that had gathered to watch the drama weren't willing to leave, standing off to the side and chattering away.
Nianyang crouched down, looked at the little young master in front of her, and gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you, little friend, you've helped your big sister a lot."
"I'm not a little friend, I'm already a grown-up who goes to preschool."
The little young master corrected her, holding Nianyang's hand and saying in a crisp, clear voice, "I still remember, last time you saved me. You're my benefactor, big sister. My name is Jian Chengguang, you can call me Chenguang. This is an honor only my family has—now I'm giving it to you."
Obviously he was just a little brat, yet he was talking so solemnly and with that chuunibyou flair—it was unbearably cute.
"Alright, little Chengguang." Nianyang rubbed his watermelon haircut, finding him more and more adorable. "Are you part of this family? Who are your relatives at home?"
