As she spoke, she pointed over there.
"So, you planning on tattling?"
Ling Anxun side-eyed his dopey nephew.
And then at his own sweet, adorable little darling.
He crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby tree trunk.
"I'm not gonna tattle," Shanshan said, shaking her head. "Fourth Brother is already miserable enough. If I snitch, he'll probably get his lunch taken away. I wouldn't have the heart."
She even sighed after she finished, putting on a grown-up air.
The words were barely out of her mouth when she scampered over to Ling Zhiwei.
"What do you want? You little brat, did you come all this way just to gloat?"
Ling Zhiwei's mouth was full of potato chips, which he chewed with a loud CRUNCH.
He shot Shanshan an annoyed glare.
But the hand bringing the chips to his mouth slowed unconsciously, as if he were waiting for her to speak.
"Of course not! It's just so busy over at my stall I can't keep up. Fourth Brother, could you be a hero and help me handle the cash?"
