Soon, Yan Qiaoqiao's pack of losers had sprung up again like bamboo shoots after a rain, their childish play incomprehensible to adults in its persistence.
So...
Yan Qiaoqiao pulled down her Rhine Cat Mask and returned to the free combat stage, chasing and playing with the group of kids.
Zhao Yingjun put her Rhine Cat Mask into her handbag, holding Yan Qiaoqiao's coat, walked over to Lin Xian, watching the running Yan Qiaoqiao together on the lawn.
Lin Xian turned his head, looked at Zhao Yingjun:
"I'm thinking... how to start the conversation with Yan Qiaoqiao."
"I often think about it too."
Zhao Yingjun crossed her arms, lightly exhaling:
"Often I feel it's not a big deal, just casually mention it. But... after all we are adults, when considering children's problems, we always feel it's very simple, very casual, a small matter."
