Wang Chuan: "..."
He didn't know whether his mother was in good health or not, but he felt he might get sick from the scare.
"Miss Yang, how come your footsteps make no sound?" He regretted saying that immediately, knowing she would find a way to tease him for being hard of hearing.
Sometimes your enemies understand you better than your friends.
He quickly cut off Yang Yuecheng's reply and said, "Recently, I've had more expenses, so I can't afford to buy books, and I have to come here to copy them instead. So shameful, so shameful."
Yang Yuecheng thought to herself, blaming her? Was it really her fault?
The two of them had gone out together twice.
The first time, at the tea house, her sister had eaten too much, and Yang Yuecheng had willingly paid the bill. Wang Chuan had just hid behind her, thanking her profusely.
The second time, he hadn't spent a single penny and hadn't even entered a single shop.
