August 21st, Wednesday.
That day, when they arrived at Jinghai and headed towards the office building after getting off, Gu Ran said, "Two misses, the car is running low on fuel."
"Do you guys still have any money?" Su Qing asked them practically, "Even just two hundred would do."
"I'll have to search in my car, maybe I can find some change amounting to a few tens of yuan," He Qingyan recalled.
Su Qing then turned her inquiring gaze toward Gu Ran.
"I've got 200," said Gu Ran.
"You little rascal!" He Qingyan looked at him, "You actually have a private stash!"
Su Qing was the same, her eyes first brightened up, then she began to stare at him with a doubtful and reproachful look.
"Putting aside that the definition of 'private stash' refers to 'money hidden away by a family member, often suggesting between spouses,' the 200 was for buying Chen Ke a birthday present."
"Your offense is getting greater and greater, do you know that?" He Qingyan crossed her arms.
