Zeng Zimo came to pick her up. There were still a lot of buns in the car.
"Don't tell me you made this yourself?" She saw that his eyes were a little dark, as if he hadn't slept for the whole night.
He smiled embarrassedly. "That's right. I started doing it last night. This is what I can do for them now. "
"Don't say that. When you're better, there's still something else to do. "
He smiled but didn't say anything, the atmosphere of sadness in the car swirled.
Zhao Xi opened the car window. The wind blew in but did not scatter anything.
The children of the welfare institute were also very happy to see Zeng Zimo. They surrounded him and said, smiling and smiling. Those who didn't know how to speak just looked at him without blinking.
Zhao Xi helped to move the buns down. When the dean saw it, he was speechless. "So many buns?"