It seemed the little lady also sensed danger, so she greased her heels, scurried back to her room, and locked the door behind her.
"Heeheehee..."
The next day, only after Lian Xinying heard Yan Ye's footsteps descending the stairs, did she lazily rise from bed.
By the time she had finished her dawdling washing up and went downstairs, Yan Ye had already left.
After breakfast, instead of going upstairs as usual, she sat in the living room.
"Uncle, could you help me go out and buy some things?" Lian Xinying opened her wallet, looked at the few sparse notes inside, and swallowed hard.
The Steward glanced at her wallet and then smiled, "Of course, what do you need to buy?"
"Wrapping paper, ribbons for wrapping, a ruler, a small knife." Lian Xinying couldn't afford to buy gifts outside, so she had to wrap the gifts herself.
She handed twenty bucks to the Steward, who, knowing her pride, accepted.
