"I've given you up, it's so annoying!" Zhao Xiaochun threw the blocks and left again, came to the yard, sat on the steps, put his hands on his knees, dragged his cheeks, and looked at the night in a daze.

After a while, there was another rumbling sound behind him, and he didn't bother to look back, knowing that Dudu was coming again.

Sure enough, Dudu dragged the big chair to the steps, picked it up with both hands, huh huh huh huh, huh huh huh, such a small body, such a big chair, but she lifted it up, one step at a time, and moved it down the steps.

He placed it in the yard and sat on it.

Zhao Xiaochun was speechless, but he had to admire Dudu's strength. This child grew up on whatever he ate.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

He was giggling, his feet were dangling, and he was silent.

"If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't say anything, I'll leave again."

“*……￥%￥%#”

"I don't understand! I'm leaving."

Zhao Xiaochun stood up, turned around, and Dudu finally spoke seriously.

"Don't be sad when your father is sick. He will get better. I won't be angry with you anymore."

Zhao Xiaochun turned his back to her and froze on the spot for a few seconds. His shoulders shook, and he walked away again. After going up the steps, he said: "Thank you~~"

He lowered his head and hurriedly hid in the corner of the reading area, surrounded by walls and bookshelves. His eyes were a little red. He said thank you twice today. It turns out that saying thank you makes his heart warm.
Chapter completed!