"No, I can't do that," the little boy persevered stubbornly.
Ye Yuwei reached out to stroke his head. "The medicine that Granny Yao requested is for my daughter's treatment, so it's the same whether I pay you now or she pays you later, isn't it?"
The little boy looked curiously at Ye Yuwei again. She took her phone out, found Xixi's picture and showed it to him. "See, this is the little girl, my daughter."
The little boy lowered his gaze and looked at the picture, a smile finally appearing on his stern face. "The little girl is very cute, but, Aunt, what kind of illness does she have?"
"I'm afraid I don't know either, that's why we came to Granny Yao for the treatment." Ye Yuwei put away her phone. "Let me give you the money, you can head home and have your meal."
"It's okay, I'll come back later. Aunt, my name is Yuan Mo," the little boy said while getting to his feet, then he ran out.
