Viola Harris was still talking about something, but Amelia Clarke didn't listen and gently interrupted her, "Viola, am I your friend?"
Viola Harris was startled and then smiled, "What kind of question is that? Of course, you are my friend, and the best one at that."
"Then listen to me, don't go." Amelia Clarke's expression was more serious than ever, "Although I don't really understand that place, I also know it's not a suitable place for girls. You understand what I mean."
The smile on Viola Harris's face grew thicker, "I understand, I mentioned it just in passing, I wasn't really planning to go. Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. What exactly happened when you went back home this time? Do you need my help? I still have some money that I'm not currently using."
Her words touched Amelia Clarke.
Viola Harris's situation was not much better than Amelia Clarke's, it was even worse; the fact that she could say such things made Amelia feel it was already admirable.
