In the Sheng Family's living room.
Little Ali sat cross-legged on the floor, building with blocks, occasionally frowning at Shen Zhaozhao, who sat beside her being more of a hindrance than help.
Her little expression was full of serious endurance.
Finally, when Shen Zhaozhao knocked over her carefully built blocks for the Nth time, she couldn't hold back anymore and spoke: "Can you sit a little farther away?"
"How am I supposed to play with you if I sit far away?" Shen Zhaozhao showed no awareness of being disliked.
"I don't need you to play with me." The little one spoke almost with a stern face.
Practically just short of writing "disgusted" all over her face.
"But I want to play with you." Shen Zhaozhao blinked, deliberately teasing him.
The little guy had mild autism. Over the past few years, he had improved with treatment, but he still didn't talk much.
Shen Zhaozhao thought kids should act like kids, so every time she saw him, she couldn't help but want to tease him.
