"Uh huh!"
An Feiran curved his eyes and nodded obediently. "I will have to rely on you from now on, Classmate Song!"
With a full wallet, Song Yaoyao was in an extremely good mood. She patted on An Feiran's shoulder and said in a sweet and gentle voice, "No worries..."
The school bell rang.
Tang Xinrou patted Song Yaoyao on the head in amusement. "Precious, are you that poor? You're so money-obsessed!"
"This isn't just money"—Song Yaoyao patted the cheque—"This is a sense of security."
In this world, nothing felt safer than having money.
Shen Xun was particularly quiet today. He lay on his desk sleeping the entire time without saying a word.
Tang Xinrou stood up and grabbed Song Yaoyao's thermos.
"Yaoyao, I'll take your thermos with me. I'm getting some hot water, so I'll fill you up as well."
"Thanks, Rourou~" Song Yaoyao thanked softly as her dimples dug deep into her cheeks.
