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Chale Cheney thought that Elder Cheney didn’t understand and supplemented, “That is, where, when, and in what kind of weather I was found.”

“Bought at the pet store.”

Sylvan lifted the corner of his mouth and continued to drive.

Whimper, Chale puckered his mouth high in disbelief. Bought at a pet shop! Bought! From a shop!

Chale was hit hard, very hard!

Throughout the journey, he didn’t say another word.

The quiet finally graced Sylvan’s ears.

When they were almost at the nursery, Chale quietly and cautiously asked, “Are you going to sell me again?”

“Depends on the situation.”

!!!

Depends on the situation! Situation! Situation!

Chale drooped his head, looking dejected.

Whimper.

His mother and father were so ruthless, they actually sold him to someone like Elder Cheney.

Charles Mcintosh was already at the nursery to greet them. As soon as Sylvan’s car arrived, he opened the car door for him.

“Mr. Cheney, everything is arranged.”

“Hmm, you take him then.”

“Okay.”

Chale got out of the car and ran away with his tiny steps.

There was not the slightest bit of excitement on his face – his mouth was puckered as if he could hang an oil bottle from it.

He lowered his head and walked towards the nursery, not paying any attention to anyone.

“Young master, I will walk you to your classroom. You are in Class 1.” said Charles Mcintosh.

“Uncle Mcintosh, are you married?”

“Huh?” Charles Mcintosh lowered his head to look at the young boy, “No.”

“Uncle Mcintosh, do you like children?”

“I suppose.”

“What do you think of me?”

“Very well-behaved.”

“Then take me home and raise me!”

Chale clung to Mcintosh’s suit trouser leg, looked up at him, and refused to let go-

“That’s not possible.”

Even with ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare to bring Mr. Cheney’s son home.

“I’m easy to raise, as long as there’s food.”

“No, I can’t.” Mcintosh refused.

“Even Uncle Mcintosh despises me, you all despise me. Mom and Dad don’t want me, Elder Cheney yells at me, waaa, I’m the child no one wants. No one wants me, no one wants me…”

Chale let go of Mcintosh’s hand and walked alone into the nursery.

You’re all not friendly.

Not friendly!

“Young master.” Mcintosh said helplessly.

Mr. Cheney was very nice to the little boy, fulfilling every request. How could he be despised?

Mcintosh followed closely behind.

Chale looked enviously at the other children. So many of them were brought by both their mom and dad.

Some children were crying, some were acting coquettishly with their parents.

They’re all so happy!

Chale walked silently into the classroom.

He quietly pulled out his small notebook, a pencil, and a pencil box…

Mcintosh saw Chale into his seat, said a few words to the teacher, and then left.

Chale chose a seat by the window. So many children were crying, what’s there to cry about?

He took out his notebook and laid it on the table to draw.

Drawing Elder Cheney, crossing it out, drawing Elder Cheney again, crossing it out…

Again and yet again.

He was not bought from a pet store, not at all.

The sunlight shone in from the window. Chale lay on the table, squinting his eyes a bit.

“Teacher, please take care of Little Little, thank you very much.”

From the window came a familiar and crisp voice, gentle and sweet, like wind chimes.

Chale’s eyes sparkled, and he quickly turned his head!

Pretty sister!

Yes, it’s the pretty sister!

Today, the sister tied up her hair but she is still so beautiful.

Her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, and her smile is warm like the sun.

Something inside Chale stirred inexplicably. He himself didn’t know why he was so excited.

“Alright, alright, please rest assured.” The female teacher chuckled too.

“Little Little, say goodbye to auntie.” Jasmine Yale bent down and extended her hand.

“Bye bye, auntie.” The little girl waved obediently.

“Little Little, you must listen to the teacher, understand?” Jasmine gently tousled her hair, clearly finding it hard to part with her.

“I know, Little Little is very good.”

“Yes, good! Auntie has to go now!”