Sang Yanqing happened to come by to deliver a script.
She first greeted Yu Xiheng respectfully before heading upstairs.
Si Fuqing was busy writing an exam paper and didn't look up. "Sister Sang, just put it in my bag."
"Alright, but remember to look at it later," Sang Yanqing said. "Next month is the audition, and I remember there's another Seven Schools Joint Examination in March, right? After that, they'll be selecting candidates for the international joint examination. Plus, you have a variety show to shoot. You're really busy."
Si Fuqing responded lazily, "Yeah, I'm just a dedicated worker."
Sang Yanqing opened Si Fuqing's bag to put the script inside but ended up with her hand covered in dust.
"What's going on in your bag?" Sang Yanqing sniffed the dust curiously. "What is this? Have you been burning paper in your bag?"
Si Fuqing always carried an old canvas bag and hadn't replaced it despite its wear.
She was truly frugal.
