After quickly going through everything in her head, An Xiaxia realized a sad fact —
She had left her wallet at home!
Seeing the miserable yet adorable look on her face, a quick smile flashed across Sheng Yize's face. He then said unhurriedly, "Uncle knew you forgot to take any money, so he left your pocket money with me."
An Xiaxia's face lit up. "Give me some money for the water!"
"How much?"
"Hm, ten yuan." An Xiaxia opened her fair and tender palm and asked for money from Sheng Yize.
"Soda's not good for your health. Have bottled water instead, and it's cheaper," said Sheng Yize slowly, which dumbfounded An Xiaxia.
Why was that his business now?
Sheng Yize took out his wallet and found a five-yuan note, which he handed to An Xiaxia. "There."
An Xiaxia gritted her teeth. "That's so stingy!"
Sheng Yize ignored her remark. "Do you want it or not? I can always take it back."
