Even though she said that, Yan Sida couldn't help but feel a certain way in her heart…
Being rich is really nice.
If she had money, would her mother be able to get treatment?
This world is indeed unfair. Why are there distinctions between rich and poor? Aren't those rich people exploiting and oppressing the poor?
In the end, when Su Li returned to school after a day of hiking with her best friend over the weekend, Yan Sida was still crying, seemingly… really with no relatives to borrow from.
Uncle Yan, who had rushed over, looked like an honest farmer, allowed to enter the building by the dorm manager aunt.
Uncle Yan patted Yan Sida's shoulder, sighed, and said, "Sida, don't blame those relatives. We're all from the mountain village. How much money could we have? Even if they had money, they'd want to save it for their kids to study and leave the mountains."
