On the other side, Song Yaoyao was pestering Huo Yunque.
"Gege, can you help me get that trike back? Gege, please!"
Song Yaoyao stuck behind Huo Yunque like a small tail, her hands dragging his big palms down. She was like a child who would not get up until she got the toy she wanted.
Huo Yunque looked down. "Song Yaoyao, are you a child?"
"I am!"
Song Yaoyao said confidently, "I am still young, I can make demands!"
Huo Yunque laughed at her. "Get up."
"No!" Song Yaoyao puffed her cheeks. "Unless you agree to help me bring that trike back with us!"
The trike she was talking about was the one that she snatched from the middle-aged man. It was a beautiful pink trike.
Since Huo Yunque was here, he definitely wanted to take her away. But before they left, Song Yaoyao wanted to take the trike with her. Of course, she was willing to pay for it.
The young girl stubbornly raised her head, her eyes filled with determination.
