"I'll give it to you!" Jian Ai said and picked up the magazine. She said to the boss listening to a drama in the newspaper stand, "Boss, I want this!"
The boss was an older man with glasses on his nose bridge. He looked down at the magazine in Jian Ai's hand and said, "Four and a half yuan!"
"Xiao Ai, don't. It's too expensive!" Guan Tao reacted and quickly stopped her.
Children like them who grew up in the slums would not be willing to spend a few yuan to buy a fashion magazine. However, Jian Ai saw something different in Guan Tao's eyes. This magazine might be flashy in the eyes of others, but in Guan Tao's eyes, Jian Ai saw admiration and excitement.
She really liked it.
Therefore, Jian Ai paid the boss and handed the magazine to Guan Tao, ignoring Guan Tao's words. "I haven't given you anything all these years. Don't stand on ceremony with me!"
Guan Tao opened her mouth, but when she heard Jian Ai's words, she was touched.
