The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

After buying the fabric, Ya Ya hummed the little tune she had heard in the night market and pushed her cart back. When she got close to the escalator, she suddenly heard a knocking sound above her head.

She looked up curiously. She had never been to the upper floors of the commercial city before and had no idea what kind of business was conducted up there.

The muffled thuds could be faintly heard through the floorboards, sounding like someone was banging on a wall.

"Little brat, aren't you afraid of falling while peeking out of the escalator? Something might fall from upstairs and smash your little head open!" Cheng You had just come downstairs when she ran into this daring little guy again. She frowned, quickly walked over, and pulled him away from the escalator entrance.

She hasn't figured out the renovation yet, but the demolition work on the top floor has already started. How to renovate is another matter; first, she needs to clean up all the yellowed ceilings and damp corners.

The old cinema had been completely demolished by the morning, and the chairs that were carried out looked like they were covered in patina.

Cheng You frowned as she watched.

"Sister!" Ya Ya heard the familiar voice and felt the familiar choking sensation at her collar. She didn't struggle and let Cheng You pull her away.

What a coincidence, I ran into Sister Ripped Pants again at the escalator.

"Why are you here alone again? Did you come up here by yourself today? You're getting bolder and bolder!"

In the future, prominent signs must be added to escalator entrances to prohibit young children from riding escalators alone.

Cheng You felt a wave of fear; the old commercial city's security measures were far from adequate.

Ya Ya tilted her head back and looked at the sister with torn pants.

The girl in the ripped pants had a stern face, her brows furrowed tightly, and dark circles under her eyes made her expression even more serious. Ya Ya's gaze followed her down, fixing on the girl's pants.

Today, these pants don't have any holes; instead, they're covered in cross-shaped patches—black, white, brown…

Ya Ya's gaze gradually softened with sympathy.

They couldn't even find enough fabric of one color to patch it up; my sister had a very hard life.

No one in their village wears patched pants anymore.

Cheng You silently stared at the tiny figure in front of her. If she wasn't mistaken, the little one seemed to be pitying her.

"Hello!"

"Sister, my name isn't Wei, it's Ya Ya. Today I not only came up by myself, but I also brought my little stroller up with me!" Ya Ya patted her little stroller.

Judging from this, not only is he completely unaware of the danger of his actions, but he is even quite proud of it?!

Cheng You frowned even more, and just as she was about to say something, the little girl named Ya Ya opened the lid of her stroller and rummaged inside, saying, "Sister, I asked Aunt Chun Tao to make you a pair of pants. They don't have any holes or patches, they're so pretty!"

"I finished making them a few days ago, but I didn't know where you lived. Luckily, we met today. Look, it's these pants!"

Ya Ya smiled and held up the neatly folded black pants with a patchwork waistband and small chrysanthemums to show the ripped pants sister.

Cheng You didn't take it, but instead touched the Chrome Hearts cross patch on her pants with some disbelief. This little one called these patches... patches? ???

Is the popular skin actually a patch?

Is her Chrome Hearts pair of pants, which she bought for 50,000 yuan, patched up?

"Sister, take it, don't be shy, you helped me last time." Ya Ya pushed the pants towards Cheng You again.

Cheng You's lips twitched.

Picking up those floral pants, the material... didn't feel smooth to the touch, and the pattern was even more tacky. The waistband was obviously sewn together with other fabric because they were short of material.

But every stitch is very fine. Putting aside the fabric, the style is quite nice. It's a new Chinese-style wide-leg design that has been very popular in recent years. The person who made the pants didn't know that she added an adjustment belt to the waistband to measure the exact size.

But she just couldn't bear to part with those bright and eye-catching chrysanthemums and those bright yellow tie-dyed trousers.

Ya Ya kept her head tilted back, staring longingly at the girl in the ripped pants, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to check her homework.

Cheng You folded the pants, intending to refuse, and stuffed them back in.

Looking down at Ya Ya's expectant eyes, he froze for a moment, then sighed heavily, tucked his pants under his arm, and gave Ya Ya's head a big rub.

"Thank you, I... I really like them, the pants are very nice, but don't go to so much trouble next time, I don't need any more pants."

Upon hearing this, Ya Ya's tense little face instantly relaxed, and her eyes curved into two curved arcs.

She knew that Aunt Chuntao's skills and the patterns she had chosen would definitely please Sister Pipiku.

Seeing her excited expression, Cheng You's lips unconsciously curved upwards.

"Ya Ya, are you going downstairs? I'll walk you down."

Ya Ya nodded, and was about to respond when she suddenly heard a series of clanging and banging sounds above her head, along with a buzzing sound. She involuntarily tilted her head back and looked up again.

"Sister, what's that thumping noise upstairs? What kind of place sells things upstairs?" Ya Ya couldn't help but ask, thinking that her sister in ripped pants had come down from upstairs.

If there are any good items, I'll go check them out again next time.

"Upstairs there are brand clothing stores, an arcade, and a movie theater," Cheng You patiently explained. "However, the entire commercial complex is currently undergoing renovation. Workers are demolishing walls on the top floor, and the construction area is fenced off. Wood chips and gravel are flying everywhere, so please don't go up there; it's too dangerous."

"Let's go, I'll take you downstairs." Cheng You said, pulling over Ya Ya's stroller.

"Okay, thank you, sister."

Just as the two were about to leave, a worker wearing a hard hat rushed down from upstairs and walked straight up to Cheng You, looking somewhat indignant: "President Cheng, the trucking company responsible for clearing construction waste saw our demolition progress and suddenly changed their minds, saying there's too much waste and they want to raise the price."

Cheng You's brows furrowed sharply: "We clearly agreed on everything yesterday, how can you change your mind at the last minute?"

The worker shook his head helplessly: "They said they didn't expect us to have so much garbage, and they also mentioned things like oil prices and labor costs have gone up."

Lowering the price first and then raising it later under various pretexts is a common tactic used by many unscrupulous dealers in this industry. It's also a way to test the bottom line of their clients. If they agree this time, they can pull off a few more deals next time.

Cheng You knew perfectly well that the person was probably trying to disgust her because she was young and the mall was under tight deadlines.

"If the other party doesn't follow the contract, then cancel the cooperation and find another one. The construction waste will be temporarily piled up in the back alley."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng, this matter can't be delayed. The temporary storage area will be full tonight, and if it's not cleared in time, it will delay the demolition progress."

"I know. Go ahead and do your work, I'll handle this." Cheng You waved her hand.

Ya Ya, who seemed to understand but not quite, tilted her head and asked, "Isn't it enough to just throw trash in the trash can? Sister, don't you know where the trash cans are? I know this place very well, I know where all the trash cans are! I'll take you there!"

The worker smiled and said, "Kid, this isn't ordinary trash. It's bricks, cement blocks, gravel, and broken door panels that have been removed from the site. It needs to be taken to a special landfill for disposal, which costs money."

Bricks, cement blocks, gravel? And a door?

Ya Ya's eyes widened, and she immediately perked up, asking, "Uncle, can I pick these up? I want to take them all home!"