Leh Ying looked longingly at the shoulder bag Xiao Li was holding, feeling regret over her tools and water bottle.
Very likely, Xu Jingxi ordered to throw them in the trash.
And he wouldn't give them to her.
After thinking it over, she still needed to get them back since they contained the materials she had just borrowed from the library. She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, intending to ask Xiao Li for the drawing bag.
"Give... give it to me, I need a book."
She was sincere.
But Xiao Li, just like his lord and master, was heartless and couldn't give it to her; it seemed that if she asked again, it would indeed end up in the trash.
Xu Jingxi watched her expression from beginning to end, as the young girl rubbed her nose and strode forward, deliberately holding her head high and sticking out her chest.
