Thank You And Sorry

"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.