"Mind your own business!" the boy muttered.

Jingguang ignored him and just applied the medicine quietly.

You say yours, I do mine.

The boy didn't say a word when the medicine was applied.

After helping the embarrassed boy in front of him to disinfect, Jingguang calmly left the medicine box in his hand to him.

"You need it more than I do, use it just like you did just now."

Knowing that the boy had been secretly observing him, Jingguang didn't care and didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Hello! My name is Jinpei Matsuda, and I'm in the 6th grade. What's your name?"

Atobe Keimitsu turned around: "Atobe Keimitsu, second year."

After the boy got into the car, he hesitated to order the driver to start the car.

Until Jinpei Matsuda came limping over,

Yamamoto Takeyoshi lowered the car window with great tact.

Through the small car window,

The young master named Atobe Kagemitsu looked at him coldly and asked calmly, "Why don't you come up?"

Matsuda Jinpei was stunned: "?!"

Then, she wanted to explode, but was defeated by the young boy's cold eyes. There was neither sympathy nor contempt in his eyes. It was as if he was treating an ordinary passerby, equally and respectfully.

He complained quietly, "You didn't tell me to go up?"

Jing Guang was stunned for a moment, glanced at the snickering butler, and knew that he definitely did not convey what he meant!

snort!

The butler just wants to see me speak on my own, bad!

Jing Guang had no choice but to speak for himself, in a cold tone: "Then come up, I'll take you back, where is your home?"

Matsuda Jinpei was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the bandaged wound on his leg and the medicine box in his hand, and following the young boy Jingguang's expression that did not allow for rejection, he obediently got into the car.

"...No. 435, XX Road."

This child had neither sarcasm nor disgust nor perfunctory attitude. His eyes were different from Hagi's. Hagi always had a smile on his face.

There was a clarity and coldness in the child's eyes, but it was not cold and heartless.

His attitude was like that of a normal classmate.

And myself...

Since my father was arrested, I have suffered so much cold stares, ridicule and disgust...

"My father is not a murderer! I am not the son of a murderer!"

In the suffocating silence, Matsuda Jinpei tugged at the corner of his clothes, his fingertips turning white, and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah." Atobe Kagemitsu nodded.

The butler and bodyguard in the front seat were helpless: Young Master, when people said that, was there something wrong with your reaction?

How about comfort? How about sympathy? How about help?

Can I just ask one more question?

With your attitude, no wonder Mr. Shinichi is always worried that you have no friends...

Yamamoto Takeyoshi: Butler, although I think the boss is probably worried that the young master will be alone in the future...

This was not the first time that Jinpei Matsuda made such an excuse, but everyone who heard it, whether adults or children, looked at him with disbelief, surprise, sympathy, and pity. Except for Hagi, no one believed what he said.

The young man in front of me is the first to behave like this!

There is no curiosity, no sympathy, no compassion, no disgust, and no exploration, only coldness and purity.

It's like saying: Well, I know, so what?