An An forcefully broke away from Li Jingchen's hand, picked up the chair, and wanted to change positions.
"Your mother asked me to accompany you."
With one word, Li Jingchen pinned An An to the spot.
"My mommy?"
"Well, she went to a treatment center to spend Christmas with her children. She was afraid that you would secretly cry alone, so she called me and asked me to stay with you."
Li Jingchen accurately told Lu Wanwan's whereabouts, proving that he was not lying.
An An stopped moving the chair and said righteously: "I advised mommy to leave me alone, so I won't cry."
Li Jingchen raised his lips slightly: "Really? I thought you would hold her waist and cry and beg her not to leave you."
"That's you, right?" An An retorted: "Even if you kneel on the ground and beg my mom to look back, she won't even look at you."
The father and son watched the performance on the stage and occasionally talked, giving people a feeling that they had nothing to do with it.
In addition, Li Jingchen sat in the front row as soon as he arrived, leaving only his back to the people behind him. For a while, no one recognized him, which was quite quiet.
Li Jingchen's arrogant body was wrapped in a black coat. With him there, no matter how the cold wind blew in the playground, he gave people a sense of unshakable security.
But as time passed by, An An began to feel uncomfortable.
After Li Jingchen noticed it, he asked: "Why, your butt is itchy?"
An An used a childish and cold tone, trying to draw a clear line with him: "Don't talk to me. I don't want people to think that we know each other."
"It's embarrassing to know me?"
"..." It's not embarrassing, but it will make me feel sorry for my father who is far away in City Y.
Thinking of Fu Shuo, An An couldn't help but said: "You should give up, I will never belong to the Li family in this life!"
"Oh." Li Jingchen responded, as if it didn't matter, "But your mommy belongs to me."
An An was touched by the most fearful point in her heart, and couldn't help shouting: "She is not my mommy!!"
This voice instantly caused everyone within a few meters to look at him. Even the school leaders not far away cast dissatisfied glances at him.
"Go and see what happened in the second grade? Don't affect the artistic performance."
An'an ran out of her seat and disappeared into the night in a short while.
Is the stimulation too much?
Li Jingchen's eyes were dark and no one knew what he was thinking.
At this time, a teaching director came over and asked displeasedly: "What happened here? Where is the child who was sitting here just now? Where did he go!"
Li Jingchen raised his eyes and said coldly: "He has gone to the bathroom. If you have anything, you can tell me."
"...please be quiet."
The teaching director faced his oppressive eyebrows, said something nervous for no reason, and hurried back.
...
An An ran to the rooftop of the school in one breath.
After running up more than ten flights of stairs, he was so tired that he collapsed on the ground and gasped.
As far as he could see, there were only a few scattered stars to keep him company in the dark night sky.