Jiang Cheng pushed open the car door and ran to the bathroom.
Coming and going, Jiang Cheng opened the back car door, took out a bag from inside, and turned to stuff it into Uncle Zhang's hands.
"Take it! Uncle Zhang, are you looking down on me if you don't take it?"
The same tactic left Uncle Zhang searching for words for a long time.
"I'm an adult, what do I want with a child's things! Take it back! Take it back!"
Jiang Cheng retreated a step playfully, with her hands behind her back.
"I don't care! If you don't take it, I won't want the things you give me either."
Uncle Zhang looked at Jiang Cheng helplessly.
"You little girl——"
"You're all spoiling me!"
Jiang Cheng said with a grin, and then got in the car, closing the door.
"Uncle Zhang, I'm afraid it will snow, so I'm not going up the mountain to pay respects to... my parents today, I'll come before the New Year, this bag has some yellow paper, please help me burn some for them."
