Mengmeng raised her head to look at Zhang Han, and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Han, who asked in one sentence, paused slightly, pondered for two seconds, looked at the direction of Wang Sibei and the others calmly, and then looked at Mengmeng, with soft eyes, stretched out his hand to touch her small head, said:

"Maybe, Dad told you that not all people will like us, what should we do with those people?"