It was already ten o'clock at night when the charity auction ended.
Gu Wan'an sat in the car, hugging her stomach with both hands. She was tired and hungry.
Feifei's eyes lit up as she looked at her without blinking. "Sister Ziqing, you're different from usual tonight."
"What's different?"
"Uh..." Feifei thought about it carefully. "Cool, and especially smart."
"Am I usually especially stupid?" Gu Wan'an teased.
Hearing this, Feifei was frightened. Her face paled and her voice trembled. "Sister Ziqing, that's not what I meant. I was wrong. I was really wrong!"
As she apologized, she also slapped herself.
The hand was heavy and she hit herself so hard that her face was covered in palm prints.
Gu Wan'an frowned.
How irascible must Shen Ziqing have been normally to leave such a shadow in the little girl's heart? Without saying a word, she slapped herself directly.