The number Lin Yan had blurted out was fictitious; she knew in her heart that the family would never come up with that money.
It wasn't that they didn't value their granddaughter as a treasure, but they felt Lin Yan wasn't worthy.
Without the rush of commuters, the subway was still quite empty. Lin Yan sat on the bench cradling a cardboard box and noticed a young person sitting opposite her, also holding a cardboard box just like her.
Lin Yan felt a sense of camaraderie with the fellow down-and-out young person and they locked eyes for a few seconds.
"Lin Yan, are you free? I would like to invite you for some spicy hot pot,"
Lin Yan received Chu Xiu's message and freed one hand to call her directly.
She was in a dilemma about what to do with the items in her hand; she could only go home first and hide them.
She didn't want Lu Chenyuan to know she had lost her job, worried that it would stress him out. Their dual-income situation was now reduced to a single income.