The restaurant had few customers, and shortly after they placed their order, the owner served up their rice with toppings.
"Enjoy your meal."
After putting down the dishes, the owner did not return to the cashier but walked over to a table in the corner.
"Little friend, when will your daddy come back to pick you up?"
"I don't know."
The boy's voice was soft and small. Ji Sang's chopsticks paused midair, and she looked over towards the corner.
"Xiao Zhi?"
Wang Ting turned her head and followed Ji Sang's gaze.
"Sister Ji, you know him?"
"Mhm."
Ji Sang put down her chopsticks and walked over.
"Xiao Zhi, why are you sitting here all by yourself?"
Hearing Ji Sang's voice, Cheng Zhi suddenly looked up, and the boy who had been silent and unwilling to speak finally showed a smile.
"Sister!"
Ji Sang sat down beside him and gently tousled his hair.
"Xiao Zhi, did you come here by yourself?"
