Chen Feng's lack of questions was fine, but once he asked, the little girl began crying even louder.
This left Chen Feng feeling quite helpless.
It seems, it really was her soccer ball after all.
What kind of situation is this?
He shook his head, feeling quite helpless.
Chen Feng took the soccer ball off his arm and slowly walked towards the little girl, bent down, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I accidentally burst your soccer ball."
"Ah!! You big bad guy, you're a big bad guy, you broke Yingying's soccer ball, you're a bad person!"
The little girl's big eyes glared at Chen Feng as she cried and shouted.
"Ahem, you're called Yingying, right? Uncle didn't do it on purpose, Uncle thought someone was going to attack me, so I blocked it without thinking. But it's too late to talk about that now. How much did this soccer ball cost? Uncle will buy you another one just like it, okay?"
Chen Feng awkwardly coughed a few times, asking with a wry smile.
