That year, five-year-old Jiang Le met nine-year-old Yang Muan for the first time.
The petite Jiang Le handed the big pink piggy bank to Yang Muan's mother: "Aunt Zhou, these are all for you. Please give them to me." Her little finger pointed to Yang Mu'an aside, her eyes firm.
"Well! Lele, this is a good idea. However, do you think you should also get An An'an's consent..."
"Aww... Wow..." Before the voice could finish, Jiang Le fell to the ground, howling and acting recklessly. Jiang Kai, who couldn't stand it any longer, picked up his sister from the ground, pinched her face with a doting look on his face and said, "Lele, your emotional intelligence is really low! If I can't buy you, I'll just rob you... It's so shameful for you, my brother hates girls like this the most."
Jiang Le hugged her brother's neck with tears in her eyes and choked with sobs: "But Lele really likes her..."
At that time, Jiang Le didn't know that just one sentence... But everything had already become a prophecy.