"Hehehe, Sister Shumei, I just remembered that I have two newspapers from yesterday that I haven't read yet. I'm going to head back first, haha!"
"If you dare to ignore me, I'll go and complain at your Aunt Wang's doorstep!"
Lin Nianhe's steps halted.
She slowly turned around, staring at Wang Shumei, who sat there nonchalantly on a small stool.
After a long time, she silently walked over, lifted the carrying basket, and began picking up the scattered items.
One jujube, two jujubes...
When Lin Nianhe picked up the third jujube, she couldn't hold back and looked up at Wang Shumei: "Sister Shumei, you're becoming more and more like me."
Wang Shumei gave Lin Nianhe a roll of her eyes, pretending not to understand what she meant, while massaging her legs and mumbling, "Ah, still not fully better. Who knows when I can start working again. I wasn't that worried before, but now..."
