Little Childhood Sweetheart Is Quite Feisty (Part 17)

Little Chief had the feeling that someone was staring intently at her with an extremely annoying expression on their face.

Vexed, she raised her head and turned around.

Her eyes met Wei Zizhuo's, and she frowned. This was annoying. There was a big idiot staring at her.

Soul Searching Spirit was speechless… Are you serious, my friend? Think of your intelligence first before you criticize others. Are you for real?

Wei Zizhuo was taken aback momentarily before he flashed her a smile. This was interesting. Really interesting. She should be slow-witted, yet… she appeared to be quite sharp.

The principal welcomed Yun Xiaohuai personally. Although he could tell from a glance that this daughter of Yun Xiaohuai wasn't normal, it was all right. She was merely another headcount.

"Mr. Yun, rest assured. Secretary Li has already informed me. Miss Yun will go to a special class."

Yun Xiaohuai had long gotten used to this sort of preferential treatment.

After a brief chat, the group left the school.

The weather in summer was behaving like a child, inconstant and unsure.

When they reached the school entrance, thunder boomed over their heads. Without any warning, the raindrops fell hard and fast. Yet, the sun was still shining on the horizon.

"Uncle, Aunt, I've called for a cab," said Wei Zizhuo.

Yun Xiaohuai and Xie Huixiu were pleased with Wei Zizhuo. Zizhuo might be young, but he was thoughtful and meticulous. While they were busy hiding from the rain under the shelter, he had already called for a cab.

The cab arrived shortly, but it could only seat four passengers. How awkward.

If they left Fanxing and her grandmother behind, this pair of "the old and the disabled" might not even manage to hail a cab.

The Yun couple and Yun Jiayue had never allowed themselves to suffer. Even though storms in summer passed relatively quickly, who knew how long they would have to wait for this sudden storm to end?

Yun Jiayue pouted and said, "There is a stench of soil in the rain. I don't want to wait for the next cab."

The Yun couple shared the same thought.

At this time, Wei Zizhuo suggested gently, "Why not do it this way? Uncle, Aunt, Jiayue, and Grandmother can head back to the hotel first. I will wait for the next cab with Fanxing."

Yun Jiayue knitted her eyebrows. "How can we?"

"It's all right. You and your parents are tired, and Grandmother is old. Naturally, I will have to stay behind. Besides, it's just for a while." He sounded understanding and exceedingly humble and filial.

The four of them departed.

Before leaving, Yun Jiayue shot Fanxing a smug look.

Little Chief didn't care.

She was staring blankly ahead while Wei Zizhuo sneaked the occasional glance at her.

The storm was heavy and ferocious. Although they stood under the shelter, raindrops still splattered on them.

The little girl was gazing at the sky. Her skin was soft, and her eyes were round and bright. She hadn't noticed anything.

Wei Zizhuo swallowed his saliva. He was truly a little… interested.