In Anderson's impression, Edmund was not a good person at all.
That day after the birthday party ended, Edmund came to his room as usual, holding a small wooden stick. He vented his anger on Anderson with the stick while cursing the Ancestor Lord's cub in his mouth.
The wooden stick stung sharply on his body, but Anderson didn't make a sound.
He was numb in expression, letting the blood flow down from his head without caring.
In Edmund's dirty words and insults, Anderson realized that the Ancestor Lord's cub he was talking about should be the little girl who gave him pastries today.
How could that unimaginably clean little girl be with this devil-like boy?
Of course, this was just one of Anderson's thoughts.
The Francis Family was militant. Anyone with Francis blood could not be considered good people, let alone Anderson.
What he was thinking was - what if he took advantage of the kind girl to get out of trouble?
She was just a five-year-old, pampered milk dumpling. She should be easy to manipulate.
Thinking this way, Anderson slipped away from the manor quietly and went to the most famous kindergarten outside the vampire territory to find Chloe.
Sure enough, he saw Chloe inside.
Chloe didn't know about this.
With a smile at the corner of her lips, she looked exceptionally pure and harmless due to her looks. It completely matched the image of a naive five-year-old cub, but her words were unimaginably cold:
"Why should I believe you based solely on your one-sided story?"
Chloe let go of the railing she was holding and looked up and down at the boy in front of her, "If you just came to sow discord on purpose, you can leave now. I'm too lazy to listen to you."
After she finished speaking, Chloe pretended to turn around and leave.
There was a hint of surprise in Anderson's eyes, "Wait!"
"What else?" Chloe looked back at him.
Anderson realized that the girl in front of him was not as pure and naive as he thought. He raised his eyes, full of worry:
"I'm not trying to sow discord. Please believe me."
He looked pitiful.
When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and aggrieved.
Chloe turned around and scrutinized the guy in front of her carefully.
She now only had one thought in her mind - this kid was good at pretending to be pitiful.
The messy hair and clothes, injuries on his head and face, especially the head, were clearly signs of being beaten by a stick.
Those emerald green eyes stared at Chloe tightly as if even after receiving someone's favor, he couldn't rest assured. He ran over to tell her everything he knew to repay the kindness.
Unfortunately, the kid was still too young. His thoughts were all written in his eyes.
His ambition was too big to easily see through by Chloe.
However, Chloe thought about it carefully and felt that she shouldn't bother too much with such a brat.
It was just helping him in passing. It was nothing to her.
After figuring it out, Chloe smiled, "Is that so? Were the injuries on your body caused by Edmund?"
Anderson didn't say anything.
Just as Chloe was about to say something more, a teacher's scream suddenly came from behind, "Oh my god! My darling Chloe, come back quickly!"
While saying that, the teacher hugged Chloe and scolded her, "Don't play with shifty people outside. Do you understand?"
Shifty people?
Chloe looked at Anderson outside the railing. He lowered his hand looking extremely dejected.
She had to say, she really fell for this act.
"Alright, put me down."
The teacher was stunned, then realized that it was not an ordinary cub in her arms. She obediently put Chloe down.
Chloe walked back to the railing and looked at the little boy for a while. She said, "Look up."
This was like an authoritarian emperor making advances on virtuous married women. No, they were cubs now.
A novel emotion welled up in Chloe's heart.
Anderson's eyes quivered. He really raised his head as she told him to.
Chloe hadn't had a chance to take a good look at the boy's appearance before. Now as she paid attention, she found that he was quite good-looking after all.
He should still look presentable after being washed clean.
Chloe turned her head to the teacher and said, "Please bring me some medicine."
The teacher looked at Anderson with a frown then said, "Alright."
When the teacher came back with ointment and bandages, Chloe spread some ointment on Anderson's head on a whim. Then she handed the bandages to the teacher and asked her to treat him.
After the bandaging was done, Chloe took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to Anderson,
"Wait for me outside. Don't wander around."
After saying that, she breezily left with the teacher.
Anderson stayed there watching her back until she completely disappeared. The corners of his lips curled up.
Did this count as...success?
For the rest of the day, Chloe didn't remember Anderson outside at all.
She played games indoors with a bunch of little brothers. To be precise, those brats forced her to play games with them.
These kids cried easily. Annoying as hell.
However, Yavi was excluded by Chloe. The little scumbag was not worthy to play with them.
It wasn't until school was over that Kewen came to pick up Chloe as usual, riding that cool black motorcycle. Only then did she suddenly remember that she seemed to have forgotten someone.
Just as Kewen was about to pick her up, Chloe nimbly dodged his touch and ran to the kindergarten.
Strange. Where was the person?
Could it be that he was caught back by the Francis family?
If so, then there was nothing she could do.
After looking around for a while, Chloe didn't find anything.
Soon, Kewen chased up behind her, "My little miss, why did you run so suddenly?"
Chloe replied casually, "It’s nothing. Let's go home."
She then reached out her hand to let Kewen pick her up.
The two got back on the motorcycle. The engine roared and was about to rush forward.
But at this moment, something grabbed the rear seat of the motorcycle.
Kewen was given a fright, "What the hell is this?"
Chloe looked back, surprised, "You didn't get caught?"
He didn't get caught. And he had become even cleaner.
Anderson's face and hands were scrubbed clean. Although the clothes were still shabby, the whole person was clearly not the same as before.
Those emerald green eyes stubbornly stared at Chloe.
Kewen looked at him then at Chloe. He suddenly had a bad feeling, "Little miss, is he your friend?"
Chloe reached out to Anderson to help him climb onto the motorcycle and said, "I guess so. Let him come home with us."
When she said this, Kewen's teeth felt itchy.
He looked at his clean little miss, then looked at the shabbily dressed little boy.
His expression was extremely complicated.
Damn, where did this wild kid come from?
