"She only likes that. You don't have to waste your money." Xia Ruoxin washed her hands and got ready to cook some noodles in the kitchen. Shen Wei didn't have a favorite food, perhaps because she had eaten most delicacies before. However, she loved to eat the noodles that Xia Ruoxin cooked. It didn't matter what type of noodles they were—she liked them all. Other than Gao Yi—the owner of the house, many other regular guests came frequently.
Xia Ruoxin had never felt like Shen Wei's occupation was inferior. She wasn't concerned about that. After all, she never forgot that she came out of that place, too. If not for Shen Wei, she won't even know what kind of life she'd be living now. Perhaps she would be selling her body or entertaining others.
Gratitude was a virtue. She would never forget Shen Wei's help for the rest of her life.
