Jiang Yihua paused, then glanced at her. The furrow between his brows didn't smooth out—in fact, it deepened. He nodded. "I remember. You're that little girl who wet our carpet back then, right?"
Chi Yun'er…
She ground her teeth. "You have such a great memory, Brother Hua!"
Jiang Yihua just grunted. "It's nothing. I just happened to step right in it. It left a deep impression—the kind you never forget."
Chi Yun'er followed his train of thought and couldn't help but purse her lips in a smile. "I must have been very little back then. You haven't been holding a grudge this whole time, have you?"
She quickly changed the subject. "Brother Hua, Zishu went to work in the fields. Is it something urgent? Do you want to wait for him here until he gets off work, or should I give you directions to find him?"
Jiang Yihua considered this for a moment, then asked, "Chi, what's this about Zishu and Comrade Bian?"
