An Ning's three words, "This is ours," were spoken loud and clear.
Of the two siblings, one was staring at the bicycle with a goofy, lovestruck grin, while the other held her head high and puffed out her chest with a hint of pride in her eyes.
"You little spendthrift! What is all this stuff you bought?"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't buy anything useless?!"
The moment Lin Cuihua came out, she nearly choked. 'How much must this have cost?'
Suddenly, the joy she felt from earning money on the sewing machine evaporated.
"It's all useful."
An Ning's unique tone and expression made Lin Cuihua's hands itch to find some sort of tool.
"Mom, here."
An Guoming came up from behind and handed her a small dust broom, the look of someone eager to watch a show couldn't have been more obvious on his face.
Lin Cuihua took it without thinking and spun around to give An Guoming a good whack.
