Nan Fei felt proud in her heart, her little brother was the best little brother in the whole world.
"Sister Nan Fei, Sister Nan Fei!" Seeing her come back, Jiang Yang got up from a small stool and waved his hand non-stop.
Nan Fei walked up to him in a few steps and curiously asked, "Where did you get this stool?"
The inn's accountant, who was particularly fond of Jiang Yang and had been hovering around to prevent him from running around, answered Nan Fei's question on his behalf: "This stool is stored under our cash register by our waitstaff. I have no idea how he found it."
"Hahaha..." Nan Fei lightly flicked Jiang Yang's forehead, "You're not allowed to take other people's things without permission, understand?"
