"Hey, can't you take the stuff for your uncle and aunt back home yourself?" Zhang Tingyu glanced at the so-called food Zhang Minmin was bringing. Only a small portion was for her, most of it was for her uncle and aunt, which meant Zhang Minmin's parents.
Food, drinks, clothes, necessities—all were things Zhang Minmin saved up little by little. For example, this tea was probably bought in Yun City.
This silk scarf, for instance, must have been bought in Su City.
And this special food from Hai City.
"I'm afraid." Whenever Zhang Minmin thought of her parents, she felt worried.
Even though her parents had accepted stuff from her before, every time Zhang Minmin bought something for home, it was always passed through Zhang Tingyu's hands.
One, she was afraid of being scolded, and two, she had no time. She was busy filming every day. By the time she sent stuff home, it might have spoiled, or it would simply be inconvenient.
