"Ah, being a mom isn't easy. You remember so clearly what your kids like. I'm the same way. My son likes toy trains." The shopkeeper rambled on while packing things. Dong Yi's gaze suddenly stopped at a soft, squishy bread pendant. She picked it up and squeezed it twice; it felt great.
"How much is this?"
"This is 20. It's an export-surplus toasted bread that's really popular lately. The replicas outside can't compare to this; lots of girls like it."
Dong Yi put the toy back, shook her head, and turned to leave with the ball.
The shopkeeper watched her back and muttered, "Wow, she's really good at saving money..."
Startled, he looked up to see Yu Mingyi standing expressionless in front of him. That sharp gaze, tall and slim figure made the shopkeeper gulp nervously. Was he here to collect protection fees?
"Do you have more of these?" Yu Mingyi pointed at the pendant Dong Yi had liked but didn't buy.
"Yes..."
"Give me one—no, make it two."
