"Idiot, don't cry."
"If I cry again, the cactus will come back to life." The thin little boy cried louder.
"You're not a god, don't cry!" The other boy's brows were filled with anger.
"Bai Yan, look!" The skinny little boy held the flower pot and hurriedly asked for credit, "I was the one who cried!"
The other boy was a little in disbelief. He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. Well, the tears and snot were mixed together. It was indeed him who cried. But the cactus was indeed dead before, and the soil was hollowed out. It wouldn't grow so fast if the soil was dug in. "Song Jueming, don't cry to others in the future, do you understand?"
"Yeah!"