"..." Faced with the excitement of the little girl, as if she had won the lottery, Song Chengguang felt somewhat at a loss for how to respond. He was used to being cool and aloof, and the last thing he could handle was the enthusiastic treatment from others. The girl was also a very familiar type, which simply gave Song Chengguang a headache. However, there was no malice in the little girl's behavior; she was simply happy and excited. He didn't quite know what to say.
It was just that the wrinkled corner of his shirt twisted by her seemed to reflect his mood, complicated and heavy.
