Hearing the voices of her brothers, Yan Zhiyu looked up.

In the distance, a man in a wheelchair came into view.

"Hey, Zhan, why are you here? Do you have a flight? Where are you going?"

While she was talking, Xu Zhan had already come in front of her.

"I'm going to the Sisman Country."

Hearing this, Yan Zhiyu's eyes widened in surprise: "What? This is such a coincidence, we are going to Sisman! Let me see your ticket... Hey, it's the same flight!"

"Coincidence?" Yan Yihuan sneered, "Is this a coincidence or intentional?"

There was some hostility on the faces of the other brothers.

Ruo Zhan pretended not to hear anything and continued talking to Yan Zhiyu calmly.

Yan Ke and Ji Dongyu came forward and asked about Zhan Ji's physical condition with concern, and thanked him again for his previous help.

After boarding the plane, everyone chatted and laughed.

Although the brothers looked at him in a rather friendly way, the overall atmosphere was still relaxed and cheerful.

The plane soon arrived in Sisman.

After landing, Euphemia was going to come to greet them in person, but because she had to take care of something temporarily, she sent a text message to Yan Zhiyu, saying that she would be there later.

With nothing else to do, everyone waited in the park in front of the airport.

There are not many people in the park at this time.

Yan Zhiyu looked over and saw an old lady selling handmade artworks.

People around her had already put on windbreakers and coats, but her clothes were still thin and full of patches. But although the clothes were worn out, they were washed very clean, and the patches were sewn very neatly.

There wasn't much going on in the park at this time.

Her stall didn't attract any visitors, let alone sell anything.

The sadness in the old lady's expression became more and more intense.

The first one is Yan Zhiyu, the others are up to you.

Yan Zhiyu walked over, and Yan Yijing followed behind her, took out a stack of money from her wallet and handed it over, saying in Spanish: "Old man, this money is for you. It's too cold outside, you should go back early."

The old lady didn't accept the money, but waved her hands awkwardly to refuse.

After thinking for a while, Yan Zhiyu smiled and said, "Grandma, the money is not given to you for free. In exchange, how about you sell all these things to us? I really like these handmade gadgets."

Hearing this, the old lady stopped refusing and laughed heartily.

“Okay, okay!”

She carefully packed up the handicrafts one by one and handed them neatly to Yan Zhiyu before carefully taking the money and bowing repeatedly.

"Thank you for buying my stuff, sir!"

I don’t know how many times the old lady bowed before she left trembling.

Looking at her back, Yan Zhiyu felt very emotional.

Among all the countries in the world, the development of the Sisman Kingdom is already quite good, but there are still people like the old grandmother. This problem also exists in China.

That's why the Yan family spent so much money on charity, but there are so many people who need help...

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in my ears.

"Hey, look at those Chinese! They have never seen anything good, but they spend money to buy these broken things as treasures... China is backward, and they must think they are enlightened by the developed country like ours, the Westman Country, right?"

At the Yan family, Yan Zhiyu, Yan Yijing and Yan Yiran knew Spanish, and they looked over when they heard this.

藺展껩 raised his head.

They were a group of Sismans. The leader had a mustache and looked a bit greasy.

"Look, they're still looking at us! I guarantee that they can understand Spanish. We're scolding them, but they know it! These poor, stinky beggars...hahahahahahaha!"