Leng Xuan thought about what Uncle Liu had said, about Xiao Yun's background, and an inexplicable sense of pity arose in his heart. He deliberately sought a topic to get to know her better, making future help seem only natural. He then said, "Xiao Yun, I heard you study at Tenglong as well? May I ask which grade you're in?"
"I'm in Class 25!"
"Oh, where do you usually live?"
"I live behind a small market near the school, in a room I rent by myself."
"Is that so? You must have to run back and forth every day, I fear that takes up a lot of time you could spend reviewing your textbooks, doesn't it?"
"Hehe, it's fine. My tuition and living expenses are all provided by Grandpa Ling. I don't really do much, just deliver meals."
"Hehe, is that so!" Leng Xuan fell silent for a moment, then said, "By the way, Xiao Yun, you don't know my name yet, do you?"
