"Uncle Lin, look at how many people you've brought with you; the supermarket floor is soaking wet. You'll have someone mop it up for me, right?" Su Yinhe looked at him expectantly.
Lin Nianbei's smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stiffened, "Of course."
Those two words came out with a reluctant and gritted determination.
"Then that's great. I was worried that Uncle Lin not only wanted to freeload but also had no regard for cleanliness," Su Yinhe sighed with relief, patting her chest.
Lin Nianbei: "..."
What was this brat trying to imply with these words?
"How can you call this freeloading? I am doing this for the base's..." Lin Nianbei began to say, but then he caught the subtext in Su Yinhe's words.