Nan Feng took the embroidered bag and inspected it. It had been beautifully sewn. Xue Ling's handiwork was genuinely impressive. Knowing that the bag was for Nan Feng, she had embroidered a discarded umbrella on the side of the fish. It seemed as if the fish's tears were not tears, but raindrops.
"I heard from Long San that you have no more family, and because of this, you might feel down. But shouldn't you work hard at earning money to support yourself? Aren't you considering how your future will be?" Nan Feng asked.
Nan Feng felt there was no need to hide anything in front of Xue Ling. She could speak her mind. Xue Ling wasn't a sensitive soul, and with her laidback demeanor, she wouldn't heed light words.
For instance, Long San's harsh words never seemed to faze her.
Xue Ling, however, picked up on something important, her eyes sparking. "Long San mentioned me? What did he say to you about me?"
