Jiashu's mom appeared calm, but anyone could tell that the hands she was clutching tightly were showing her nervousness.
Such a dark night.
Such young children.
"Have the drone fly lower and follow closely..."
The director said, and the drone swiftly followed.
On the big screen, Lin Jiashu was pattering through the dark alley, about to catch up with Wen Duoyu.
"Wen Duoyu, wait for me..."
"Impolite kid, I won't wait for you!"
"Brother Duoyu, wait for me!"
At the call of "Brother Duoyu," Wen Duoyu immediately stopped.
One was seven, the other six, the two little boys holding hands and walking forward.
"Brother Duoyu, what gift did Sister Ye Wan prepare for us?"
"I don't know, we'll find out when we get there."
"Then, do the others have one too?"
"Of course, they do."
"Should we go find them?"
"Sure."
With a few succinct words, the two kids quickly decided on an action plan to gather the little ones.
