Cheng Cheng and Meng Xinian exchanged a glance. Both turned around at the same time and followed out the door, trailing Jiang Xiao at a few meters' distance, walking along the seaside.
Watching her slowly walk ahead, occasionally bending down to sift through the sand, picking up seashells and such, Cheng Cheng said to Meng Xinian, "Is she in such a good mood?"
Meng Xinian gave him a cold sideways glance, "Are you saying she should be in a bad mood?"
"Don't argue. I mean, with so much happening, hasn't she ever felt irritable or downcast?"
"Of course, she has. How could she not?" Meng Xinian also gazed at Jiang Xiao, sighed lightly, and said, "But I know Little is stronger than anyone, and her ability to cope is also quite good. She knows how to console herself."
"Clearly just a girl in her teens, why so strong?" Cheng Cheng couldn't help but mutter.
