He Nan casually took a box of malted milk from the car and handed it to her, "Take this and drink it." If you nourish yourself now, there's still hope for your height.
Shen Mianmian felt the object in her hand was a bit too hot to handle, "Big Brother He... I..." He had already helped her too much, she couldn't keep accepting things from him for no reason.
"If I give it to you, you keep it."
Without giving Shen Mianmian the chance to refuse again, he took the New Year's goods and went straight to Zhao Village Lai's home.
Looking at the malted milk in her hand, Shen Mianmian's eyes reddened. In her past life and this one, it was the first time someone had been so kind to her without expecting anything in return.
Shen Mianmian was aware of the temperaments of Aunt Zhou Lanfang and her cousin. When Shen Jianhua was home, it was alright; he could keep them in check to some extent. Now that Shen Jianhua wasn't at home, it was their world.
