After all, having grown up in the United States, Luo Jun's spoken Chinese was okay, but his writing wasn't great. Though a bit crooked, every stroke was solid, and this small child already displayed a very domineering and stubborn demeanor.
Looking at the words he had written, he thought for a moment, then added his name and the date. He carefully tore the IOU from the notebook and handed it to Xinger, "Take this. In the future, I'll pay you back."
Xinger hesitated and refused to take it.
In her mind, she had already considered Luo Jun a friend. How could she charge a friend for food?
The old man smiled and urged, "Xinger, just take it."
"Alright then." Xinger raised both her small hands and took the IOU that Luo Jun handed over.
"That's it then. You rest well, we'll leave now." The old man took Xinger's small hand, waved to them, and turned to walk out of the ward.
Before going out the door, Xinger didn't forget to wave to Luo Jun, "Mo Mo, we'll see you again tomorrow."
