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Seeing Pan Meijia's expression, Ling Yun inquired, "Meijia, when you cooked for me, did you count what you ate?"
"Of course not. The meat and grains were all purchased with your money, how could I use them for myself? You have treated me so kindly, how could I exploit that?" Pan Meijia responded with wide eyes.
Ling Yun furrowed his brow upon hearing this, "I've already told you, you can spend my money on whatever you need."
But she shook her head, insisting, "That wouldn't be right."
"Why not?" he asked.
With her head lowered and a soft tone, Pan Meijia explained, "We're only friends; it's not right for me to use your money. Besides, you should be saving up for when you meet the right woman. Weddings are expensive, after all."
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