"Aunt Yin, you should go, I'm still a child, it's embarrassing."
Every word Li Zhiyan said pushed Yin Xueyang to the brink of an emotional collapse, yet she understood.
She couldn't argue with Li Zhiyan at the moment.
After all, it was she who was asking for Li Zhiyan's help, not the other way around, so she had to maintain the attitude of someone seeking help.
"Here's the key."
After handing the car key to Li Zhiyan, Yin Xueyang got out of the car and went to a nearby convenience store.
Once Yin Xueyang arrived at the convenience store, she felt extremely embarrassed inside; at the age of 41, buying such things, wasn't it a bit strange?
After picking a good number of snacks, she finally took a large box and mixed it in between them, placing it on the cashier's counter.
Fortunately, the cashier did not show any strange expression.