Jiaomen East.
Zhang Ye had returned to his rented home early in the morning.
He was just turning the keys when he heard a something. Not far away, a tiny head appeared at the landlady’s house, “Zhang Ye, you are back?”
Zhang Ye looked at her, “Call me uncle.”
Chenchen nodded, “OK, Zhang Ye.”
Zhang Ye, “….Where’s your aunt?”
“Who’s looking for me?” At this moment, Rao Aimin also appeared, wearing her slippers.
Zhang Ye couldn’t hold back his complaining, “Landlady auntie, you are so terrible. What do you mean, ‘scourges would live a thousand years’? Why are you always blindly telling the child things like that? Look at Chenchen; she’s being taught the wrong things by you. Why am I the scourge? My actions are upright. Even if I pick up a penny on the road, I will hand it over to the policeman. That’s unforgivable; my heart’s utterly broken by you. Just because of that, you should take care of my breakfast!”