At this moment, he thought of his desk mate, Yu Lele.
The other person was always eating, eating, eating every day.
And his family situation was good. Every time he ran out of pocket money, he would always have An Mingji treat him to ice cream, bread, soda, and cookies.
Thinking of his troublesome desk mate, An Mingji looked worried. How could he eat so much?
Seeing the worry on his face, Gu Jin misunderstood.
She lowered her eyes, staring at the bills on the book with a slight frown: "Is it not enough?"
An Mingji immediately spoke up: "No, no, it's not that, Sister Jin, the money you give me is enough. There's even some left over every day. I've saved up five or six hundred yuan now."
Afraid she wouldn't believe him, he reached for his pencil case, took out two hundred-yuan bills from the bottom, and also pulled out a few ten-yuan notes from his notebook.
"There's more in the drawer at home. The money you give me is more than enough."
