"Do you go back every week?" Wan Dongcheng asked.
"Yeah." Zhao Xinlan nodded, "My mom is afraid I'll spend money recklessly, so she only gives me enough living expenses for a week. If I don't go back, I won't have any money for the next week."
"Make a call home and say you won't be coming back this week." Wan Dongcheng took out ten yuan from his pocket magnanimously, "Take this money, for next week's use."
"Teacher Wan..." Zhao Xinlan was dumbfounded; she had never held so much money at once.
"Hurry up and tuck it away, it's not good if others see," Wan Dongcheng warned.
Li Shiping's gold bracelet had sold for eleven hundred yuan. He had only spent a few dozen yuan, and now he still had over a thousand yuan on him, he was habitually playing the big shot.
"Thank you, Teacher Wan."
Zhao Xinlan quickly stuffed the money into her pocket, excited and nervous like a thief, her heart pounding all the way back to the dormitory, still not having calmed down.
