"Sister, did I scare you?"
Ou Xiaohan noticed Lan Xin Ai looking at her hand and quickly pulled down her sleeve.
Lan Xin Ai looked at his complexion, "Xiaohan, are you unwell?"
"Sister, you're so smart."
Ou Xiaohan praised.
"..."
It was obvious to anyone, it had nothing to do with being smart.
"Xiaohan, where is your family?" Lan Xin Ai felt pity for him, the boy didn't seem old, but he looked so frail.
"Sister, are you asking me to leave? I want to talk to you."
Ou Xiaohan became nervous, his beautiful black eyes looking at Lan Xin Ai, pitifully.
"I'm not asking you to leave, but are you sure you're okay?"
Lan Xin Ai was somewhat worried.
"Cough cough, it's nothing, I'm used to it." Ou Xiaohan waved his hand, speaking carelessly, which made Lan Xin Ai feel very sorry for him.
This child must have suffered a lot.
"Wen Shan, go wash some fruit."
Lan Xin Ai pulled Ou Xiaohan to sit on the sofa and served him a cup of hot water.
