Her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

Without a second thought, Shen Fu took out the money he had earned that day.

He took Ning Wan's hand and placed it in her palm: "Take this money first."

Ning Wan blinked, puzzled.

“You’re too young to take care of me. So I’ll take care of you,” Shen Fu said. “When you grow up, we can switch. You can take care of me, okay?”

Her previously dim eyes gradually brightened, and Ning Wan asked uncertainly, "Is this okay?"

“If I say it’s possible, then it’s definitely possible.” After saying that, Shen Fu added, “Don’t worry, this is all clean money. I earned it by collecting bottles today.”

This was Shen Fu's first time collecting bottles, and he had no experience.

My entire day's income was only 5 yuan, enough to buy a few steamed buns.

But for a 6-year-old child, this is already a considerable sum of money.

Ning Wan clutched the money in her hand, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Aman is so amazing!"

Shen Fu felt a little embarrassed by her praise.

He blushed and asked in a low voice, "Don't you think this is embarrassing...?"

"No way!" Ning Wan shook her head desperately. "Teacher said that as long as you can stick to what you want to do, even if you become a junk collector, Brother Aman will still be the most powerful king!"

This was the first time in Shen Fu's life that he had been affirmed by someone.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with gentleness.

"Wanwan." He smiled gently and said, "Thank you."

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