"I'm going to return something." Chenchen said to Zaozao, then headed towards Meng Yanzhi.
Meng Yanzhi cheerfully waved his hand, lifting the cake in his hand, which he specifically made for Chenchen.
"Uncle Meng."
Chenchen greeted politely, yet very distantly. She sensibly bowed to Meng Yanzhi and expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Uncle, for saving me last time."
"No need."
Meng Yanzhi said nonchalantly, "Chenchen, Uncle specially bought a cake for you, want to have a bite?"
"Is this Zaozao? You siblings can share it."
Meng Yanzhi looked at Zaozao beside him. Zaozao stood next to Chenchen, slightly taller, but with a strong presence, lips pressed together, standing protectively by Chenchen's side.
"Thank you for the cake, Uncle Meng, but my parents will buy it for me."
