All The Pens Were Broken

From ten yuan to three yuan, although Ding Jiayi still felt the pinch, there was a seven yuan savings. Ding Jiayi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went to prepare the meal.

Looking at Ding Jiayi, Qiao Nan tugged the corners of her mouth with sarcasm.

If she had taken the 10 yuan earlier, probably the good news of Qiao Zijin's participation in the essay writing competition could not save her mother's loss of appetite.

The thought that spending some money on herself would make her mother lose her appetite and suffer insomnia, she had nothing to say.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed.

On the early morning of Saturday, Zhao Yu was prepared to go to school to wait for the teacher, when the school's rented car came, she picked a seat and sat.

"Hey, why are there only four of us today, didn't our school select five students?" Everyone was quite early, before long, Zhao Yu saw the three students who attended training with her.