Chapter 104: (1/2)
”When will your wooden elm head become more normal?”
”This is the persistence of a knight.”
”You guy...”
”Hehe, the relationship between the two looks very good.” The dean who walked in front smiled kindly.
”It's not!”
”Okay.”
Seeing the reaction of the two behind him, the old dean smiled and continued to lead the way.
”Wow~...It's sister Xiaosha!”
”Sister Xiaosha~Are you free to see us today? Let me tell you I tell you! I just won a run with Da Zhuang~”
”Sister Xiaosha! I haven't been willing to eat this chocolate...”
The children in the yard lit up, and they came up like a flood, surrounding Xiaosha.
”She looks very popular.”
”Of course, Mr. Ji doesn't know? Miss Xiaosha will come to our orphanage in her free time, play games with these homeless children, and bring all kinds of gifts. The children in the orphanage like it She's here.” The old dean explained with a kind face, standing aside.
”Not only that, the amount of funds donated by Miss Xiaosha to our hospital is the top spot.”
Upon hearing this, Ji Bai thoughtfully looked at Xiaosha who was surrounded by children and showed a bright smile.
...
”This is the children's dormitory. I'll go and ask Xiao Ana to come down, and the two will wait a minute.” The old dean smiled kindly and walked onto the two-story building.
”Hey, what did the dean told you just now?” Xiaosha poked Ji Bai's face helmet with a funny cat stick.
”Explain something, your kind deeds.”
”……whispering sound.”
”For this reason, you are desperately making money, right?”
”No, these little ghosts are so annoying that they are chirping, I don't like it...” Xiaosha pouted.
”You just smiled beautifully.”
”Let's talk about cutting you?”
”This is not a shame, is it?” Ji Bai touched Xiaosha's head.
”Cut...! I don't want to be praised by you. Take your dirty hands away. The hair that was washed this morning is really...”
”...This hair doesn't go well.” Looking at his palm, Ji Bai tilted his head.
”Fuck you, don't touch it if you dislike you!”
”Hehe, the two have been waiting for a long time.” The old dean walked out with a smile, holding a little girl who was only six or seven years old with a double ponytail.
The girl looked very timid, her figure constantly dodged her gaze.