"What if we run into someone really rich," Lin Musen was still trying to save the situation.
"Hmm... but what if they don't like apples?" Su Yinhe stroked her chin, pondering.
"What if they do like them?"
"What if they don't?"
"What if..."
Su Yinhe: "Scram."
"Alright, I'm scramming right away." Lin Musen scooted off dejectedly.
But he was back the next day after scooting off for a day.
He even brought a few children, trying to evoke Su Yinhe's maternal instincts... ah no, sympathy.
Seeing those little ones holding bright red apples and looking at you with hopeful faces, wouldn't you feel a bit of pity?
Su Yinhe: "..."
Even at such a young age, they've learned how to pose.
Not bad, it's been this long, aren't they tired?
"Sister, look at our apples, they are really sweet." A little girl held an apple next to her cheek, attempting to look cute.
"I know they are sweet. But even then, there are things sweeter than them," Su Yinhe said expressionlessly.
