However, Luo Qingcheng didn't get far before she was attracted by the sound of crying.
It was a six-year-old girl.
"Little one, what's wrong?" Luo Qingcheng squatted down, gently stroking the girl's head, and asked softly.
"They bullied me..."
From the girl's sobbing voice, Luo Qingcheng understood the situation.
It turned out the girl was bullied by her companions; they tore up her drawing.
Luo Qingcheng picked up the drawing book that had fallen to the ground and got dirty; she saw two people were drawn on it.
Let's call them people, because the drawing was so ugly, it was almost just a collage of circles and cylinders.
A big person and a little person, the big one holding the little one's hand.
But considering she was only a six-year-old girl, such level is understandable.
However, there was something about it that Luo Qingcheng found strange.
The little person had a nose and eyes, but the big person only had long hair, no nose, eyes, or mouth.
