After Meng Jingyi finished counting, she was satisfied, carefully stored the money away, and then impatiently waved her hand at the few men, "Get lost, hurry up and get lost."
Soon, the men scrambled to leave in a hurry.
Meng Jingyi patted her bulging pocket with satisfaction, then let out a long yawn, looking at Xiao Heng with red-tinged eyes, with a pitiful expression as if to say the queen was tired and ready to retire.
Xiao Heng couldn't help but chuckle and bend down in front of her, "Get on!"
Meng Jingyi, without any hesitation, draped herself over him, hooking her hands around Xiao Heng's neck, her movements skilled and natural.
Her weight was nothing to Xiao Heng; with a hand lifting her small behind, he easily hoisted her onto his back, just like when they were kids, carrying her step by step back home.
Lying on Xiao Heng's warm and broad back, Meng Jingyi recalled many things from her childhood.
