1003 Etiquette Class

Xia Yu took over and lowered her eyes. Her fingers that were swollen from her illness gently stroked against the delicate fabric. Her voice was a little weak when she said, "Very pretty, Sister, you are so good." Then she raised her head to look at Pei Ziheng who was standing beside Xia Ling. "And thank you… Brother Pei."

She could differentiate very clearly who was the master of the gold.

If not for Pei Ziheng supporting their livelihood and paying for her hospital treatments, she would still just be a pitiful creature degenerating in the orphanage struggling strenuously on the brink of death.

Pei Ziheng's voice was warm. "You don't have to thank me. Your sister asked me to buy it for you."