Those crescent moon-like eyes seemed to be filled with joy.
Arnold Simmons seemed to realize something.
When he met the little girl's gaze again, he felt irritable, "Stop following me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, only to feel a slight pull from behind.
Hannah gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, "Where are you going?" Perhaps feeling that this was a bit too nosy and annoying, she added, "Can I treat you to lunch?"
She stood in the light, and even the smile in her eyes seemed brilliantly illuminated.
Arnold Simmons tugged at the corner of his mouth, not smiling, his eyes appearing dark and gloomy, "Do you even know who I am to invite me to lunch?"
"You are Arnold Simmons." Her finger hooked on her backpack, she smiled brightly, "I'm the new student in your class, I sit in front of you. Today when you went out, I accidentally bumped into you, don't you remember?"
