"Dad, I'm a little scared. Maybe we can come another day."
"What are you scared of? She doesn't bite."
"But..."
"Let's go upstairs." Jiang Yanting pulled his hand and noticed his little hand was warm and sweaty. "Are you this nervous?"
"Who... who is nervous!" Jiangjiang's tongue tripped, unable to hide his sentiments; it was practically written on his face, "I, I..."
"Your palm is sweaty, your tongue is tripping. Are you really not nervous?"
"I just need to pee!" Jiangjiang snorted coldly.
Actually, Jiang Yanting had come here without any reassurance, unsure of Shen Zhixian's reaction. After hearing that, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Right, you're not nervous at all... Let's go, upstairs!"
By this time, those who should be at school or work were gone, the staircase was empty. Each step they took, the echo of flapping was especially distinct. Jiangjiang clutched the small cake in his hand; the plastic bag rustled, and he swallowed tension-filled saliva.
"Dad, I'm afraid?"
