"I didn't see that coming, you're pretty clever." Shen Mianmian didn't skimp on the praise at all, and then she asked, "Aren't you worried that if the stuff doesn't sell and we're left with it, I won't be able to pay back the money?"
Lu Siyuan rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to answer her question; in the moment he spoke up for Shen Mianmian, he really hadn't considered that at all, always feeling that Shen Mianmian could handle it, but he didn't plan to tell Shen Mianmian that, to prevent her from getting cocky.
When they returned to the Lu Family, Lu Siyuan insisted on cycling Shen Mianmian home. Shen Mianmian couldn't talk him out of it, so she agreed.
Upon reaching the entrance of Zhao Family village, Shen Mianmian hopped off the bicycle and then took out a can of malted milk from her backpack and handed it to him.
"Give this to your grandpa, he looks like he needs nutrition even more than me," she said.
