After a while, Wang Xiaomei was no longer crying, coaxed by her classmates. Then the young man finally came to his senses, his face red as he shuffled over.
"Um, little sister, I'm sorry."
His face was beet red, his head hanging low, awkwardly handing Wang Xiaomei a dime.
Wang Xiaomei was a bit afraid of him and hid behind Lin Nianhe, not wanting to come out.
Lin Nianhe held Wang Xiaomei, and without taking the money, said, "I understand that you are upset, but taking it out on a stranger, especially an innocent child, is not a good choice."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the young man scratched his head, his voice a bit shaky.
"But this shuttlecock is a gift from Xiaomei to your sister, you should accept it," Lin Nianhe changed her tone and smiled as if the sharpness just now was just the young man's misperception, "and if you have a chance in the future, bring your sister to visit Ten Miles Team."
