A pair of hands were dark and grubby, and it didn't look to be a natural color but rather one of accumulated dirt, which could probably be whitened a bit with frequent diligent washing.
On his feet was a pair of white sneakers, with the sides worn down severely.
This little guy's family probably wasn't very well off.
Ji Anning was guessing about the little boy's shoes when he suddenly looked up at her, even though he was just a four or five-year-old child, he seemed to know it was embarrassing, and he tucked his feet under the chair.
Ji Anning hastily averted her gaze awkwardly, leaned towards Fenfen's ear, and said with a smile, "Fenfen, won't you ask brother his name?"
Upon her reminder, Fenfen looked up and asked the little boy, "Brother's name?"
"I'm Zhen Cheng, five and a half years old," the little boy introduced himself in a crisp voice.
Zhen Cheng?
