"No need for change."
Suddenly, a large hand holding a hundred-yuan note reached out in front of her and handed it to the vendor.
What? No need for change?
Ji Anning's eyes widened as she watched Ji Chicheng's hundred-yuan note being taken by the vendor, "We need change."
It was a firm tone that brooked no argument.
Damn! She only bought five skewers, which at most would cost twenty yuan, and here he was, not asking for change from a hundred.
Her hand stretched out to the vendor, but before the vendor could even get the change, the long arm of the man beside her wrapped around her and easily picked her up as he started to leave.
This move scared Ji Anning out of her wits.
She looked around at the passersby, some of whom had stopped to watch them, and she worriedly reminded Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, don't do this, a lot of people are watching us, my mom will find out."
She had been back for a few days, and it was inevitable that someone would recognize her.
