Jiang Yingcheng sat bolt upright, her little face exceptionally solemn as she pulled a proposal from a hidden pocket inside her sleeve.
It was incredibly thick, its pages densely covered in writing.
Ying Sinan: "..."
Ying Sinan's silence was deafening.
Well, well! She had set the trap ages ago and was just waiting for him to jump into it himself, hadn't she?!
Such deep schemes! Such a terrifying little dumpling!!
Such-
Hm?
"This handwriting of yours..."
Ying Sinan looked at the pages of chicken scratches with the expression of someone suffering a toothache and asked sincerely, "Have you considered the possibility that other people might not be able to read this?"
"N-none of your business!" Jiang Yingcheng bared her little canine teeth and demanded fiercely, "Uncle, do you want to read it or not? Um... do you want to hear it or not?"
"Yes, yes, let's hear it."
Only then did Jiang Yingcheng give her Uncle Ying a satisfied glance. She furtively scanned their surroundings, and only after confirming that nobody was paying attention to their corner did she explain her plan.
"Chengcheng still has lots of Treasure Maps! Uncle Ying, you're so good at breaking formations and dismantling traps. Chengcheng will provide the Treasure Maps, you'll provide the skills, and Grandpa Ying will handle the marketing." Jiang Yingcheng's cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "With the three of us working together, we can definitely make this business bigger and stronger!"
Ying Sinan: "..."
He couldn't see much evidence of bigger and stronger, but he could certainly picture three generations under one roof.
His face was a study in mixed emotions. "You're... still thinking about grave robbing?!"
Well, well. Ying Sinan could only marvel.
She really was getting back up exactly where she had fallen.
Wherever she had lost