"What compensation are you talking about if nothing broke? You can still use the quilts and mats." Zhang Xiufang, a frugal woman, immediately refuted Nan Fei's words. Her gaze swept around the dormitory, seeing it all in disarray. If she included the stuff downstairs, it would be even dirtier and messier.
Thinking about this made her feel horrible. She had just vowed to outdo the boys' dormitory, and now someone was there to slap her in the face.
He Shasha, having grown up in a complicated family and dealing with cunning people, was impulsive but also quick-thinking. She immediately pointed to the two backpacks on the bed.
"Auntie, Nan Fei and I only brought two backpacks. Since our homes are nearby, we stay at home when we're not training. We have very few things and are definitely good, hygienic kids."
Having said that, even she went red. Good lord! She, He Shasha, was no good kid.
