On a morning, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked into Tomorrow's Noble School. He carried a backpack and looked like he hadn't slept well; standing at the entrance, he yawned several times.,"Isn't your mom called Cold" the girl asked anxiously as well.,"She’s not lying, okay Come on, Xiao Mei and I really do want to go out for a walk," Moon Qingya smiled charmingly.。