"Stop dancing!"
Long Linger was dancing joyfully when Yeh Huang's low voice interrupted. She stopped, feeling a bit disappointed. Other classmates praised her dancing skills, even the dance teacher commended her, yet Yeh Huang's reaction was just like that.
Long Linger was not happy and pouted, "Uncle, you don't like it?"
"Your dancing is ugly. Don't dance anymore. Let's go home!" He coldly threw these words at her and turned to leave.
Long Linger was extremely gloomy. She had been happy to see him waiting under the streetlamp when she came back from school, feeling both joyful and blessed. She didn't expect that he would not like to watch her dance and even be mean to her. Her mood instantly soured.
Yeh Huang walked briskly ahead, and Long Linger followed with small steps behind, the two in silence all the way. After entering the door, Long Linger finally caught up with Yeh Huang, stretched out her arms to block him, "Uncle, did you come to pick me up today?"
