Chen Feng’s lack of questions was fine, but once he asked, the little girl began crying even louder.

This left Chen Feng feeling quite helpless.

It seems, it really was her soccer ball after all.

What kind of situation is this?

He shook his head, feeling quite helpless.

Chen Feng took the soccer ball off his arm and slowly walked towards the little girl, bent down, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I accidentally burst your soccer ball."

"Ah!! You big bad guy, you’re a big bad guy, you broke Yingying’s soccer ball, you’re a bad person!"

The little girl’s big eyes glared at Chen Feng as she cried and shouted.

"Ahem, you’re called Yingying, right? Uncle didn’t do it on purpose, Uncle thought someone was going to attack me, so I blocked it without thinking. But it’s too late to talk about that now. How much did this soccer ball cost? Uncle will buy you another one just like it, okay?"

Chen Feng awkwardly coughed a few times, asking with a wry smile.

"No, Yingying just wants her own soccer ball, you should give it back to me, sob sob sob..."

The little girl pouted, crying even harder for a moment.

This made Chen Feng feel at a loss, unsure how to comfort her.

To be honest, he practically never interacted with children.

In the past, during his missions, he dealt with assassins, mercenaries, and hardened criminals.

Dealing with these people, Chen Feng was the most skilled.

But handling children, he really didn’t know what to do.

After all, he had no experience in this area at all.

All this time.

The child he interacted with the most was Little Pillow.

But the key with Little Pillow is that he only looks like a child on the outside, his essence is a resentful infant, nowhere close to normal.

If you really talk about age, Little Pillow is older than him.

So Little Pillow doesn’t need comforting, aside from being a bit innocent, he is more sensible than most adults.

But now there’s this little girl in front of him.

She’s a real child, looking just three or four years old.

Now she’s crying so fiercely.

Chen Feng really didn’t know how to comfort her, his head felt like it had exploded four times its size.

If he let the little girl keep crying.

Attracting her parents over would make things even harder to explain.

People who don’t know would think he’s bullying the little girl.

Thinking of this.

Chen Feng took a deep breath to calm himself, looked at the little girl, and continued, "Yingying, be good. This soccer ball of yours, it’s burst now and can’t be played with anymore. Plus, look, it’s so old, the leather is all peeling. Uncle will get you a brand new one, one even prettier than this, is that okay?"

"No, Yingying just wants this one, you’re a bad person, you owe Yingying her soccer ball!"

The little girl cried and shouted.

"I..."

Chen Feng was instantly resigned.

There’s no way, this can’t be communicated at all.

If he could.

Chen Feng honestly wished a terrorist was in front of him instead.

At least you can negotiate with terrorists, right?

But this little girl.

Completely impossible to communicate with.

She insists on having the original soccer ball.

But the key point is the original soccer ball had already been burst by him.

What could he possibly give her?

Thinking of this.

Chen Feng’s head really felt like it was going to explode.

Helpless.

Chen Feng could only turn his head towards Mu Dongcheng, seeking help, "Uncle Mu, you’ve been married and raised kids, can you help comfort her? I’m completely defeated by her!"

Upon hearing this.

Mu Dongcheng grinned and teased, "I never thought the mighty Chen Family Patriarch, fearless, sweeping through Coastal, even resolving the Tie Sect, would be beaten by a little girl today!"

"Uncle Mu, please don’t make fun of me. If you can comfort her, please do it quickly. Once her parents show up, it’ll be really hard to explain!"

Chen Feng smiled bitterly, speaking with a face filled with helplessness.

"Leave it to me, comforting kids requires technique!"

Mu Dongcheng smiled, then walked over to the little girl, bent down, and said with a smile, "You’re called Yingying, right? This uncle accidentally broke your soccer ball earlier, which was his mistake, but Yingying also did something wrong!"

"What did Yingying do wrong? Clearly it was him who broke my soccer ball, he’s a bad person!"

The little girl pouted and glared at Chen Feng as she spoke.

"Why did this uncle break your soccer ball, then? Wasn’t it because your soccer ball was almost hitting him, so this uncle had no choice but to block it with his fist?"

Mu Dongcheng asked with a smile.

"Then... then he could just block it, why did he have to break my soccer ball!"

The little girl stopped crying, pouting and asked.

"At first, he didn’t know it was your soccer ball. He thought there was a bad person attacking him, so he fought back hard. Besides, why did your soccer ball end up hitting this uncle? Wasn’t it because you were playing soccer on the street? Didn’t your mom teach you not to play soccer in the street because you might hurt passersby?"

Mu Dongcheng’s face suddenly turned serious, looking at the little girl and asking in a stern manner.

That expression was very much like a teacher at school.

"I... I..."

For a moment, the little girl didn’t know how to refute, her face flushed red and she lowered her head.

Initially, she was assertive, crying intensely, but now she seemed like she’d done something wrong.

Because her mom had indeed told her many times.

Not to play soccer in the street because it might hurt others.

But she really, really loved playing soccer.

But this small town was built against the mountain, without a soccer field; only the street was relatively flat.

Other places are either steep slopes or pitted and uneven, completely unplayable.

So she could only secretly play soccer in the street behind her mom’s back.

Just now she kicked the ball with too much force, causing it to fly towards Chen Feng.

Only then did the earlier incident occur.

"Why aren’t you speaking? Did you realize your mistake too?"

Mu Dongcheng asked seriously.

"Ying... Yingying knows she was wrong, but this bad... this uncle broke my soccer ball and now Yingying has no soccer to play with, Yingying really loves playing soccer..."

The little girl lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers, speaking in a small voice filled with grievance.

"Drip! Drip!"

As she spoke, the little girl’s big eyes started shedding tears again.

Her pitiful and aggrieved demeanor really tugged at the heartstrings.

Seeing this.

Chen Feng and Mu Dongcheng couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

Mu Dongcheng reached out and gently rubbed the little girl’s head, crouched down, and looked at her, smiling as he said, "Yingying, be good, don’t cry anymore. This uncle broke your soccer ball, how about this—let this uncle buy you two new soccer balls, is that okay?"