Compared to the hustle and bustle downstairs, upstairs in the room, Gao Shu cuddled Xia Lin, coaxing her over and over again, "How about we go home this afternoon?"
"There's no need, I don't want to put you in a difficult position. After all, we are usually busy with school and can't come back often. Now that it's vacation and you still don't come back, wouldn't that just invite gossip?" Xia Lin's words were all for Gao Shu's consideration, but in her heart, she still had other thoughts.
Ever since their last argument, Gao Shu had been keeping a close watch. Over at the garment factory, she had come up with several designs and earned two hundred yuan.
But in such an open era, watching others surge forward and make loads of money, her anxiety grew.
