"Tongtong, don't cry, okay? How about you find another boy to like!" Xiao Chengjun tried to reason.
The little girl called Tongtong cried even harder, 'wuu wuu wuu' very loudly. "Junjun, how can you say that? Of course, I like you, yet you're telling me to like someone else. I like you, how can I like anyone else?"
"You're not making any sense, it's like a tongue twister, I didn't hear clearly at all!" Little Junjun scratched his head, not knowing what to do.
"You're heartless and disloyal, Xiao Chengjun, you'll never find a girl who likes you as much as I do!" The delicate little girl scolded like an adult.
The teachers nearby were amused by the child's innocent candor, and Shen Hanqian, who had just arrived on the scene, couldn't help but laugh as well.
One could imagine that the little girl's arguments were learned either from TV dramas or from her parents.