"Ah Shen, why did that pretty auntie send you over here?"
Zhao Xiaole couldn't understand, his big eyes locked onto Bo Jingshen.
Bo Jingshen felt helpless. This little guy still had the audacity to ask; if it hadn't been for the little guy busily taking care of him, no one would have thought he was an invalid at such a young age—a good-looking young invalid, naturally pitiable to all observers.
The easiest to awaken people's protective instincts.
So, because he checked the weather forecast and saw the wind was going to be strong today, which is good news as the fierce heat at this camping site means no air-conditioning, just natural breeze, a strong wind would make it cool. But the stability of the tents and the barbecue fire being potentially skewed by the wind needed to be considered.
So, Bo Jingshen had just gone to ask the campsite owner to lend him a nail to reinforce the tent a bit more.
