"Did you sell the trash?"

Song Zening slumped his head and nodded: "I sold it, but the garbage collector didn't give me any money."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli frowned and asked, "Why?"

Song Zening said, "The auntie who collects garbage said she's a little short on money lately and will give it to me in a while."

Song Yuli's cherry lips curved slightly but remained pursed, and she did not speak.

Song Zening glanced at Song Yuli furtively, his dark eyes darting around, before speaking again: "Not only this time, but last time, the time before that, and the time before that, she didn't give me any money either."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli's face instantly darkened. She grabbed Song Zening's hand and said in an unfriendly tone, "I'll take you to get it!"

This garbage collector is despicable for swindling even a small child's money!

Nangong Yu, left standing there, pursed his thin lips, narrowed his eyes, and stared intently at the two hands clasped together, one large and one small. Then, without saying a word, he walked to Song Yuli's side.

"release."

His voice was cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

However, Song Yuli sensed Nangong Yu's displeasure, so she wisely let go of Song Zening's hand and took Nangong Yu's hand instead.

"I didn't mean to."

Nangong Yu instinctively tried to pull away, but Song Yuli persisted in holding his hand.

Song Zening, standing to the side: "..."

Finally, when Nangong Yu wasn't paying attention, Song Yu grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go.

Nangong Yu glanced at her sideways: "Let go, aren't you hot?"

Song Yuli shook his head with a grin: "It's not hot."

Nangong Yu glanced at her helplessly and said nothing, clearly acquiescing to Song Yuli's actions.

Left behind, Song Zening looked at the two people in front of him who seemed to be conjoined twins, and his big, dark eyes immediately welled up with tears.

He glared at Nangong Yu's back with hostility.

This man who suddenly appeared is so annoying! Because of her, even I won't hold her hand anymore.

Song Zening thought angrily, but in the end, he still followed after him with his short legs.

...

Soon, Song Yu and his two companions arrived at the garbage and waste recycling station at the end of the village.

The garbage and waste recycling station is a large yard enclosed by a fence, filled with all kinds of garbage and waste.

It's fine most of the time, but in the summer, the entire garbage and waste recycling station reeks of an unpleasant odor.

As soon as he arrived, Nangong Yu subconsciously frowned, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yuli looked at him with concern: "Why don't you wait for us here? We'll be right back."

Seeing his aunt speaking to that man in such a gentle tone, Song Zening, who was standing next to Song Yuli, immediately snorted coldly.

He stepped forward, grabbed Song Yuli's hand, and was about to leave: "Grandma, let's go over there quickly."

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yu glanced at Song Zening expressionlessly. Song Zening immediately felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously released Song Yuli's hand.

With a slight smile, Nangong Yu walked to Song Yuli's side and naturally took her hand: "Let's go."

Watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, little Song Zening couldn't help but shake his fist at Nangong Yu's back.

...

The woman in charge of collecting garbage and waste was a woman in her forties with an unremarkable appearance; everyone in the village called her Aunt Zhang.

Because Zhang Sao lost her husband early and her son in middle age, she had a very strange temper, so most people in the village didn't want to associate with her.