That night, Gong Ziming took her to the rooftop of the hotel to play with water guns.

The wind was strong, and Rong Chang opened her arms to enjoy it.

When he turned around, he was squatting on the ground, his shadow falling, and the man's profile looked very serious.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

The water gun fired, and the water shot out in a long, straight line.

Rong Shang was very curious about him. She leaned closer and made a sound.

Zi.

The water had already been poured into her mouth.

Hmm.

Not knowing if it was clean or not, Rong Chang frowned.

She took out a tissue from her bag and wiped it.

Beside him, Gong Ziming stood up and clapped his hands, "Fun, fun."

Rong Chang paused in her wiping motion, “…”

She looked up and waved at him.

The man hesitated, not daring to approach. "Are you going to hit me?"

"No." Rong Shang smiled, trying to appear as approachable as possible. "Come here, I have something to ask you."

"Oh." The man looked a little dazed. He nodded and immediately walked over to Rong Shang's side.

As soon as the woman raised her hand, he lowered his head.

Rong Shang paused for a moment, then smiled.

I still put my hand on it and touched it.

What's your name?

"Zi Mo." The man's voice was very pleasant.

Rong Shang knew, of course, that his name was Gong Ziming and that he was the young master of the Gong family.

He was beaten by Xu Shaoyou yesterday, and Master Gong was furious.

They were dragged into the mess and were given a good scolding by Yun Hao.

"Zi Mo, that's a nice name."

"Really?" The man's eyes lit up. He leaned closer to her, tilting his head to look at her. "Does sister like this name?"

"Um."

It's alright.

"Then, can I call you Sister Zimo from now on?"

“Uh.” Rong Shang’s smile froze. “No, Zi Mo is your name.”

"It's okay, if you like it, it can be your name."

This guy may be stupid, but he has a very sophisticated way of speaking.

Rong Shang was amused and couldn't help but reach out and pat his head again.

"Zimo, can you tell me how old you are this year?"

"Me? One, two, three, four, five..."

He didn't even know his age; he was counting on his fingers.

When Rong Shang saw it, she didn't know what to say.

Was he born like this, or did something happen to him later?

“I’m 24, 25, no, my sister says I’m 27.”

The man smiled, his face showing a naive expression.

Rong Shang shook her head, unsure of how to proceed.

Because the other person may only have the mental capacity of a few years old.

I played with him for a while.

Around 10 o'clock, the restaurant's loudspeaker went off.

A woman's sweet voice came from inside.

Looking for Gong Ziming.

When Rong Shang heard this, she told him, "Your family is looking for you."

He clearly heard everything, but he didn't react at all.

He kept holding the water gun, spraying water here and there.

The bright white lights on the rooftop shone down, making the man's clothes visible.

Rong Chang touched her head, somewhat helpless.

"Zi Mo?"

"..."

"Gong Zimo?"

"..."

What? Is this guy deaf?

He didn't respond even after I called him several times.

Rong Shang couldn't help but step forward, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him back. "Gong Ziming, your family is looking for you. Let's go downstairs."

She didn't want to become a human trafficker for no reason.

Gong Ziming didn't want to leave; he kept saying no, no.

Rong Shang immediately retorted, "Don't want your head."

"Come with me."

When his refusal failed, the man simply threw away the water gun and hugged her tightly.

Oh, it's still a bear hug.

Rong Chang was caught off guard and almost tripped.

"Sister, I don't want to go back."