Feng Huaijin sneered and said to the boy in the wheelchair, "You're overthinking it, filthy-minded!"
Boy: "…?"
Feng Huaijin stared at Su Li with a warning look and said in a deep voice, "Come on, tell the little devil what you meant by what you said. Does he have inappropriate thoughts at such a young age?"
Su Li silently watched Feng Huaijin as he warned her with his gaze. He really cares about face, even a stranger child's face.
Su Li showed an awkward yet polite smile, "Well, I just wanted to... zip up the down jacket. Big brother didn't do anything wrong."
Boy in the wheelchair: "…?"
Feng Huaijin curled his lips into a smile, looked satisfied, and walked away.
Su Li followed him and soon disappeared from the boy's line of sight. She saw Feng Huaijin walking faster, as if something was chasing him.
Su Li quickened her pace, caught up, reached out to grab his coat sleeve, and her icy hand slipped into his coat pocket.
