"No." Xu Nian'an was just smiling, but as soon as he saw that girl, his face turned serious in an instant.
The little girl with braided pigtails looked unhappy, glaring at Xu Nian'an. "So stingy. Nianhua, how about you help me instead?"
The girl quickly placed her book right in front of Xu Nianhua.
Xu Nianhua looked at the new book, then at the girl, completely clueless about who she was.
The memories were so old—she could still remember her own family, but classmates and such... she just couldn't recall at all.
"Zheng Jin, you should wrap your own books. Why do you always ask someone else?" Xu Nian'an pushed the book back to her. Xu Nianhua's silence made Xu Nian'an think she didn't want to help.
"But you wrapped hers, didn't you?" Zheng Jin stared at Xu Nian'an with her big eyes.
Her eyes seemed to say, "You wrapped her book, so why can't someone else wrap mine?"
"I'm her brother." Xu Nian'an shot back without hesitation.
Zheng Jin: "..."
