Zhao Guodong bought bread and roast chicken. As soon as he opened it, the aroma of the roast chicken wafted in the air. Ye Ling turned her head to look at Zhao Guodong, who was all smiles. Seeing that Ye Ling was not pleased and instead stared at him, Zhao Guodong was puzzled.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Where did you get the money from?" Ye Ling knew it wasn't cheap.
Zhao Guodong laughed, "I thought you were worried about something else. This money was given to me by my grandma. When I came back for this break, my dad specifically gave me a hundred yuan to spend. I remembered you used to say I squandered money, so I didn't touch my allowance and saved quite a bit."
"Here, this is one hundred and fifty. I know your dad needs money for his illness, so take this." Zhao Guodong handed the money over.
