"Damn, your donations can only be viewed if they are over a hundred thousand. I don't have that kind of money in my account. I'm just a poor student now, utterly miserable!"
As soon as Lu Hang walked in, he heard Lin You complaining about not having money in a most pitiful fashion, which immediately soured his mood.
"Are you implying that I've been depriving you of food, clothes, and necessities?"
Lin You gave Lu Hang an embarrassed smile when he entered.
"I was just making a metaphor, a metaphor!"
Without uttering a word, Lu Hang went over and poured a glass of water for Mù Qiānxún. He then looked at her and asked, "Qianxun, are you a floral demon?"
"Huh?"
Mù Qiānxún responded nonchalantly, glancing briefly at Lin You.
As soon as Lin You caught Mù Qiānxún's gaze, she immediately waved her hands frantically, "I didn't say anything!"
Lu Hang said coldly, "She didn't tell me. Given her friendship with you, she wouldn't spill your secrets even if she was beaten to death."
