Tuanzi, sounding annoyed, called Gu Li. In her childish voice, she said, "Cousin, speak human language! Miaomiao doesn't understand what being autistic means."
She was being very honest.
The young man on the other end of the line was silent for a while before he explained dryly, "He's in a bad mood. Last time I went over, I found him hiding in the house, not going out, just staring at the wall."
Tuanzi immediately exploded.
"Could it be that someone at their school bullied him?"
"No," Gu Li snorted, "If anyone at their school dared to bully him, I'd punch... cough cough, didn't Mom and Dad go to your house for dinner earlier?"
Tuanzi calculated quickly, "That was a long time ago."
"Not too long ago."
