Yun Chu was a little confused.
This little boy who claimed to be Tan Cheng said he didn't have parents, could it be...
"Why are you looking at me like that? I don't need sympathy." Tan Cheng snorted, lightly flicked his toes, and the football flew up. He then caught it steadily with his shoulder.
Yun Chu pouted, "Who's pitying you?"
"Hmph, I've seen your kind of look many times." Tan Cheng pouted, "What do my parents have to do with you? I don't even pity myself, so why should you?"
"..." Yun Chu was at a loss for words. But she could understand Tan Cheng. Boys at this age dislike being pitied the most. Once or twice is fine, but after many times, it creates a rebellious mentality. Also, sympathy often isn't an appropriate emotion. The best way to sympathize with others is to treat them as normal people without giving them any special treatment.
Thinking of this, Yun Chu shrugged, looking at Tan Cheng, "You're quite strong, so I won't waste any expressions."
