Ji Zi'ang said righteously, "Second Uncle, this tricycle was bought with Mom's hard-earned money. If we lose it, Mom will be very sad."
Ji Yuanyuan also looked at Li Yong and advised, "Second Uncle, let's lock it. Rich people are greedy! Although our tricycle is broken, it is made of iron. There is a lot of money in selling waste products!"
Li Yong saw that there was no one around and that his two nephews were so insistent, so he went back to lock the tricycle up.
The four of them walked along the path. Seeing that Li Yong did not speak, Ji Zi'ang knew that he had not realized his mistake.
He took two steps forward and walked side by side with Li Yong, his small mouth babbling non-stop.
"Second Uncle, what you did just now is called vanity! This is wrong!"
Behind them, Ji Yuanyuan and Ji Zixuan walked side by side behind the two of them.
