Waving to the little girl, Lin Qiao then caught up with Song Tingfan. After they walked a bit further, she cleared her throat and said, "Little Uncle, why aren't you playing?"
The little girl earlier was quite pretty, with big eyes and an endearing round face.
Without thinking, Song Tingfan shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't like playing with them."
"Why?" Lin Qiao asked again.
Song Tingfan kept his head down and didn't respond, but Lin Qiao had a good guess that he had been bullied.
She felt a sudden pang of sympathy for him and patted his shoulder, "Little Uncle, I'll play with you from now on."
Song Tingfan was momentarily stunned, then quickly looked up, his bright black eyes filled with delight, "Okay."
