"Then why did you tell me that your family is very poor?" Mo Zhu still sounded doubtful.
Meng Ran blinked and emphasized seriously, "Sister Mo, I'm not lying to you. My family is really poor. Every time my parents go out to sell the crops, they can only sell a third of it. The rest that can't be sold are left at home. It's not easy for my family to provide for my studies with the little income we have!"
When Mo Zhu heard this, she lowered her eyes and did not speak. She had always thought that Meng Ran was like most of the students in Jingyang High School, ordinary children in Cloud City. She did not expect her family to have such an outstanding background!
