"Wow." Lu Chenwei, who had been knocked down by Zhao Shihao, sat on the ground and burst into tears. In order to arouse the pity of the adults, Lu Chenwei firmly remembered the idea that her mother had instilled in her since she was young. Girls had to make good use of their tears.
However, Lu Chenwei's mother, Qiu Ping, had forgotten to tell her daughter that a girl's tears were actually worthless. Moreover, sometimes, a girl's tears could not only cause no one to pity her, but also cause others to be annoyed.
Especially in contrast to Chen Meng'er, who had a headache but was strong enough not to cry, Lu Chenwei's cries annoyed everyone except for her mother, Qiu Ping.
"Meng'er, how are you? Where did you hit your head?" Zhao Shihao did not look at Lu Chenwei, who was sitting on the ground bawling. He wanted to help Chen Meng'er up,
