Li Yan glanced at a little boy sitting on the other side.
The little boy was wearing a black school uniform and school pants. On closer look, the black school uniform had been washed until it was faded, and the edges of the pants seemed to have frayed.
He was sitting by the table and reading the book in his hand seriously.
"No way, Li Yan, do you actually think Kang Fu is rich?" The boy shrugged.
This boy named Kang Fu lived with his grandparents. His mother and father had passed away long ago. Now, his sister and brother were supporting him.
However, his sister was just a college student, and his brother was very mysterious. He rarely came to Haicheng a few times a year, but it seemed that he could still make money.
"His grandmother's illness costs hundreds of thousands of yuan a month. Their family might be rich. My mother is a nurse at Haicheng Hospital. She often comes back to tell me about his family," Li Yan said mysteriously.
