Song Dabai used his small body to tightly circle around her.
Seeing Wei Zai staring at the two of them, Song Dabai immediately stood tall in front, shielding Luolu behind him.
"How did we get so lucky? We actually caught Lu Jihan's son." Wei Zai, just in his early twenties, had a sly and shifty look.
While eating sunflower seeds, he sized up Song Dabai.
"I have to say, kids from rich families really are different, such delicate and tender skin." He said with a bandit-like air, an evil smile playing on his lips.
Song Dabai was also afraid, but he still cared for Luolu behind him.
He puffed out his chest, deliberately glaring fiercely at the shifty-eyed uncle, doing his best to prove he was not easy to bully.
"Cough, cough, cough… cough…"
Luolu coughed a few times, her face flushed unusually, looking like she had a fever.
Song Dabai reached out to touch her cheek, then her forehead.
He remembered that when he had a cold or fever before, Mommy would do the same.
