71: Look For It Yourself

Look For It Yourself

The little thing stood there with a transparent umbrella, barely noticeable. 1

But obviously, the pair speaking wasn't blind either. 

The boy walked over sloppily and raised an eyebrow while grinning, "Yo, where did this child come from?" 

"She's quite cute. Tsk tsk tsk, what are you doing in the rain?" 

He sounded stinging, full of evil intentions. 

The boy studied the girl from head to toe and saw the black ink on her white Ru skirt, and he immediately sneered at her, "So dirty." 

The little thing took a step back and summoned her courage, dragging her milky voice on, "The key…" 

The boy picked his ear, "What?" 

"I want the key." The little thing's dark eyes were clear and spoke earnestly. 

The boy looked down at her sloppily, "The key?" 

"For what?" He raised his voice up and asked back with a grin, "You want to look for Huo Chenyu?"

"Who are you to him?" 

He bent down and looked at the tiny little thing in front of him, smiling coldly as he intentionally waved the key in front of her, "Want it?" 

The little thing fixed her gaze on him and repeated again, "I want it." 

"Pfft. What a sensible child." The boy was called Zhao Qian. Just like what his name suggested, his family was indeed wealthy(1).

He hated young masters who were born with a golden spoon like Huo Chenyu the most. 

They didn't have to do anything and they were pursued by endless people. 

He was only an adopted son. 

How could Huo Chenyu enjoy the Huo family's honor and identity? 

"It's cool that you want it," The boy smiled, "You are Huo Chenyu's younger sister, aren't you? I've heard that your surname is Ye?" 

"At least the adopted son bears Huo's surname, you don't even have Huo as your surname. You aren't an illegitimate child, aren't you?" 

Zhao Qian smiled coldly, "You aren't a good thing after all." 

The girl couldn't help but tug his sleeve a little and lowered her voice, "That's enough." 

She was only five years old. 

Did he have to make it sound so bad? 

Zhao Qian swung her hand off and stepped forward, looking at the little thing standing under the umbrella evilly. 

"Where did your umbrella come from? It's so ugly. Bought it at a streetside stall?" 

"It's raining, why don't you give it to us?" 

"If you give the umbrella to me, I can give you the key." He waved the key in his hands and his eyes were filled with malice. 

Ye Sang clenched the umbrella tightly subconsciously. 

No. 

This is Brodda Yan'an's umbrella. 

She needed to give it back. 

Zhao Qian's expressions darkened as he was agitated by her declining attitude. 

"No?" He smiled coldly, "It's not your call!" 

The boy stepped forward and made a grab at the umbrella furiously. 

Ye Sang was nowhere as strong as he was, and she stumbled backward from his push and fell into a puddle of water. 

The puddle soaked her dress and she felt her knees burning in pain. 

The little thing didn't cry this time. She pursed her lips together and climbed up from the ground. She looked up at the boy who forcefully took away her umbrella and stretched a hand out, repeating two words stubbornly,

"The key." 

She knew that she wouldn't be able to get the umbrella back. 

Zhao Qian raised an eyebrow as he didn't expect the brat to not cry. 

He sneered, "You want the key?" 

The boy threw it in a puddle and swaggered off with the umbrella, leaving an instruction lightly in the air,

"Look for it yourself!" 

And the little thing did. 

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