Yi Kai took the tool, carefully tried it.
The result wasn’t as good as Tuanzi’s, but better than Yi Heng’s.
Tuanzi turned back and made a victory gesture to Yi Heng.
He simply turned around and went to another place to work on the seam, ignoring the two of them.
The two kids huddled together, making marks here and there, unexpectedly helping quite a bit.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Tuanzi softly asked, "What’s wrong with you? Do you cry only when you’re sick and uncomfortable?"
The redness at the corner of Yi Kai’s eyes was still quite visible.
The little boy was startled, shook his head, "No, no."
Thinking of his father constantly sending people to watch the live broadcast made him uncomfortable all over.
He didn’t know what other people’s fathers were like, but his father was somewhat frightening, controlling his every movement twenty-four hours a day.
After the last program, his father actually commented on his performance in the show, missing nothing.
At that moment, he only felt a chill down his spine, feeling like whatever he did, there were huge eyes staring at him in the dark.
Tuanzi puffed up her cheeks, "Aren’t we friends? Friends are people who can talk about each other’s thoughts and help each other."
The little boy hesitated for a while, but still shook his head.
He whispered, "Tomorrow morning, I won’t be going out to exercise."
"Because I have to study," Yi Kai didn’t dare to look into her eyes, "I have to study foreign languages and practice calligraphy; Dad has to check."
Tuanzi dejectedly lowered her small head, glimpsing Yi Kai’s dirty hands, quickly said, "Your hands are dirty, go wash them."
She stood up and pulled the little boy up forcefully, "Come on, come on, to the bathroom."
Once at the bathroom, the cameraman couldn’t follow to shoot.
Tuanzi simply closed the bathroom door, folded her arms, and stared at Yi Kai.
"Don’t you want to say anything to Miaomiao?"
The little boy blinked, thought for a moment, and whispered, "Sorry?"
"Because," the little boy explained somewhat sadly, "Dad only let me join the program because of you."
He explained that after the last birthday party, Yi Fei asked him what he discussed with Miao Mu and Gu Miaomiao. The boy didn’t hide anything from his father.
It was only after Yi Fei lost his temper that he realized he had been used.
He was originally happy to play with Gu Miaomiao, but now he felt that Gu Miaomiao probably didn’t want to play with him.
"It’s okay, what your dad did has nothing to do with you, you are two different people."
Tuanzi poked at his little cheek, "Don’t be sad." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥
The little boy lowered his head, silently washing his hands.
[Ancient Martial System: I scanned him and found injuries on his body. His leg bone is injured too, likely from being kicked.]
Tuanzi’s eyes widened.
She opened her mouth, wanting to condemn Yi Fei, but remembered the strange looks of Yi Heng and Yi Kai, and closed her mouth again.
Condemning was useless, Tuanzi thought frustratedly. If there was no way to free him from Yi Fei’s control, the more she encouraged Yi Kai, the more he would suffer punishment afterward.
And she couldn’t fly over to help and prevent Yi Kai from being bullied.
[Ancient Martial System: Don’t be sad, ask him about other people in his family.]
Tuanzi asked as instructed.
The little boy thought for a moment, "Usually I live with my dad and brother. My grandpa visits me twice a year, and my two uncles visit once a year; they’re very busy."
Tuanzi’s eyes lit up.
"What does your grandpa do? What about your uncles?"
The little boy, confused, said, "I don’t know what grandpa does, but the two uncles seem to run a company, they’re quite wealthy."
He suddenly recalled his father secretly cursing the uncles for not helping and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Dad doesn’t get along with the uncles and doesn’t let me interact with them."
Beyond that, he knew little.
Tuanzi didn’t ask further, "Let’s keep helping."
[Miaomiao: Little Gu, can you investigate his grandpa and uncles?]
It sounded like Yi Kai’s grandpa and uncles weren’t particularly close to him. But what the truth was, no one knew.
If that grandpa was willing to step in, maybe Yi Kai could be rescued from his plight.
A group of people worked the entire morning, barely finishing the seam work required.
At that moment, Gu Ran curiously said, "Should we wax the floor next?"
He hurriedly said, "Next time, we just finished the seam, it’s not good to wax now. Why don’t we think about how to make money?"
Gu Ran skipped over the topic.
Everyone ate boxed lunches together, they tasted especially good being free.
Tuanzi dug in, taking a moment to say, "Brother Gu Chi, are we still going to set up a stall this afternoon?"
"Yes," Gu Chi gave her a chicken leg, "You’re the main money earner, have any new ideas?"
"Yes, big brother gave Miaomiao lots of ideas!"
Tuanzi excitedly described, "But it requires a lot of help."
Ai Jie, sitting nearby, smiled, "We can’t go out to sea this afternoon, why don’t we help? As long as Miaomiao doesn’t mind our clumsiness."
"No, no, auntie is very skilled!"
Since Ai Jie offered, Yi Heng, who couldn’t go to the sea, had no choice but to help.
Once they got to the commercial street, he realized that Tuanzi needed a prop person.
And he was the prop person.
"Oh," the little girl clasped her hands, smiling wryly, "We could use kids too, but they’re too small and don’t look impressive, so we need adults."
Yi Heng took a deep breath and expressionlessly played the prop person all afternoon.
Sometimes he was a tree, with Tuanzi pretending to be a snake, slithering around him.
Sometimes he was a rock, with Tuanzi lifting him, showing off great strength.
Sometimes he was a stake, with Tuanzi using the Eight Trigrams Palm from afar, pushing him dozens of meters away.
Sometimes he was a person, with Tuanzi carrying him up a tree and back down. After the demo, the onlookers eagerly paid to try flying themselves.
The other kids ran around promoting, sweetly calling people, each holding a donation box.
Yi Kai was initially quite shy, but Tuanzi said, "Your brother sacrificed so much. If we don’t use him to make more money, it would be a waste!"
The little boy realized and became very enthusiastic and proactive.
Yi Heng: Let it all end.
In the evening, he received a call from Yi Fei again.
"Do you remember your character role? You stood there all afternoon like a fool; do you know how many people laughed at you?"
Yi Heng: Do you know how hard it is to make money?
He didn’t dare to talk back, expressionlessly listened to the scolding, hung up the phone, then turned to leave.
As he turned, he saw a little girl performing wall climbing, pausing on the wall to wave with a smile.
Yi Heng panicked slightly. How much had this little one heard?
"Yi Heng, brother," Tuanzi squatted on the wall, puzzled, "Was it your boss calling? Since you’re here for the show, the program comes first. Block your boss. Apologize after the show’s over."
Yi Heng’s mind raced.
Blocking would get him scolded; not blocking would also get him scolded, so might as well block him.
He pretended to ignore Tuanzi and quickly walked into the villa. Once inside, he resolutely took out his phone and blocked Yi Fei.
He exhaled deeply, feeling refreshed, and the world seemed wonderful.
A little Tuanzi strolled past him.
"Yi Heng, brother, if you’re not going to sea tomorrow, come help again."
Yi Heng quickly said, "I’m going to sea, I’m going to sea tomorrow!"