Lin Li had to admit, this kid really knows how to live.
Boys really are childish when they're young. They always want to stomp on the empty drink cartons to make them burst.
The moment it bursts, they feel like they're detonating a landmine—so cool it's deadly.
If you miss and it doesn't burst but just flattens, that's simply frustrating, and if you hurt yourself in the process, you're the king of frustration.
This kid used both feet when stomping, showing rich experience. Seems like he's not a first-time offender.
As they grow up, boys mature and switch to playing with empty ice bottles.
Lin Li saw a reflection of himself in this kid.
But, just like someone being a security guard yelling at delivery workers during the day, and delivering food cursing security guards at night, Lin Li didn't think his reflection was anything great.
"I hate kids." Facing the few snickering people, Lin Li sighed as he returned.
After saying this, Lin Li quietly glanced at Chen Yu Ying.
