In the early morning, the golden sunlight spilled into the courtyard.
The rare diligent little girl was cleaning the courtyard with a broom.
The sunlight on her body made her look like a lively and spirited girl from a manga, full of vitality.
However, the next moment, a knock on the door broke the tranquility.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The little girl who heard the knock went to open the door, only to see a silver-gray business van parked outside.
Before long, a person ran out from the car's rear, holding a heap of gifts in his arms, ready to enter the courtyard.
"Stop!" the little girl shouted, "Why is it you again?"
Outside the door, Zhang Lang, holding bundles in his arms with only his head showing, squeezed out a smile and explained, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't come to fight today."
"You can't come in; you're not welcome here," the girl opened her arms to block the door.
