"Why?"
Xixi asked, her face full of confusion.
Qin Hao's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression, as he explained, "Just like earlier, other parents are all dressed well and driving nice cars. Why would they brazenly come and strike up a conversation with me?"
"Because I have talent, confidence, and most importantly: I don't pay attention to them!"
"People, you know, are somewhat weird; the harder something is to get, the more they long for it. This principle applies to many things, including love, Xixi, remember that."
Xixi nodded, half comprehending, "Got it, but what does 'pay attention' mean?"
"Uh..."
Qin Hao felt a bit flustered, as if he'd taught the child something bad?
He quickly lied, saying, "It means 'paying attention,' but this word can only be used by adults, Xixi is too young to use it."
"Xixi understands." Little Angel nodded, swinging her little feet in the air, happily singing: "Amen, Amen, a grapevine..."
