Last night, his stepmother told him not to stay with them anymore and not to tell anyone what she did to him, or she would kill anyone who knew about it.
The stepmother was a vicious woman, and he couldn't put Little Bo and them in danger.
Little Bo, Little Pet, Little Little Bo, they were so good.
"You're sick, why isn't your aunt taking care of you at home?" Little Bo asked casually.
"She... she took my little brother for early education." Murong Li lowered his head and said softly.
Upon hearing his words, Little Bo turned around, closed the door, and locked it.
Sitting by Murong Li's bedside: "Did you really catch a cold from kicking off the blanket?"
Murong Li, hearing Little Bo's question, looked towards the top of the bookshelf in the room.
Little Bo followed his gaze and looked over.
Suddenly, he thought of something.
He smiled slightly and patted Murong Li: "What book do you want to read? I'll get it for you?"
"I... I... I want to read 'The Magic Brush'..."
