Jiujiu and Cute sat on one side, while Eleven and the others took the opposite side.
Eleven and Ye Wanjun, who were called out, sat upright in their seats, while Jiujiu narrowed her eyes like a family head, looking serious.
"Can anyone tell what’s going on?"
"Exactly! I wanted to ask too, Eleven, what happened to your face?" Since she wasn’t allowed to call her sister, and Cute didn’t want to call her aunt, she just used her na, which was much easier!
"This..." Eleven chuckled awkwardly.
"It’s a long story!" Recognizing the opportunity, Ye Wanjun stood up and sat next to Jiujiu, swiftly transitioning from the admonished to the admonisher.
Of course, they couldn’t tell the child it was because of a poster incident from years ago, a matter they couldn’t possibly share with children.
So Ye Wanjun glossed over that, and roughly relayed how Eleven had been bullied at school, and how she fought bravely against the odds.
"Wow, so aweso!" Cute applauded for Ye Wanjun. "This deserves applause!"
"Good job," Jiujiu applauded for Ye Wanjun perfunctorily without even looking at her, her gaze remained on Eleven, who had a dical gauze affixed to her forehead. "But Fang Eleven, can you tell , do you go to school to study or to get beat up? Why do you co back ho battered every day?"
"It’s not that bad..." Faced with the strong aura of the child Jiujiu, Eleven wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant. "Just so minor injuries, no bleeding."
"You even want to see blood!" The child Jiujiu slapped the table with a "thud", displaying considerable strength.
Cute, on the other hand, was watching wide-eyed and mouth agape, "Wow, Jiujiu, you’re so cool! You can even scold your own mom! Isn’t that super cool!"
Ye Wanjun approved of her clever action and sneakily chuckled to Cute: "Little princess, once you get used to it, you’ll see that our family always has this kind of role reversal."
"Hahaha!" Cute laughed gleefully. "Wow... I can’t even imagine what would happen if I talked to my father like this!"
"Is your dad scary?"
Cute imdiately changed her expression and nodded solemnly: "Very scary! He never smiles! He always has this stern face —— yeah, just like Jiujiu right now!"
As Cute spoke, it was as if she had discovered a whole new world.
"Wow, Jiujiu, you’re so scary, don’t frighten Eleven, okay? She’s just been hit, it’s so pitiful."
With her chubby hands held close to her, Jiujiu looked soberly at Eleven: "I want to et your teacher."
"..."
Hey, hey, hey, kid Jiujiu!
"No, I must tell Gu——"
Eleven imdiately stood up, covering his mouth with a hand, "Alright, alright, sweetheart! I promise you, I’ll definitely protect myself, it won’t happen again, OK?"
Close to them stood a circle of waiters, all straining their ears to hear their conversation, ready to take action at Cute’s slightest gesture.
In such a public place, Eleven thought it was necessary to keep a low profile, at least she couldn’t ntion the eyecatching na "Gu Liancheng!"
After a long while, Jiujiu nodded, conceding to Eleven.
Just then, Eleven’s phone rang. She checked the screen, and told everyone: "I’ll go take a call. You guys order sothing to eat, make yourselves at ho!"
Who knew she was bleeding inside when she said that?
It was Gu Liancheng calling!
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