"Qian Qian!"
"Why are you here?"
Su Zimo immediately pulled away from Su Xuan's embrace. She wanted to wipe her mouth but couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I came to get my living expenses from my dad!"
The newcomer was Ye Qianqian. She was wearing a loose cartoon T-shirt, tight-fitting jeans that hugged her figure, and two cute pigtails that made her look youthful and charming.
"Living expenses?" Su Zimo didn't understand Ye Qianqian's family situation.
"Yes." Being the straightforward person she was, Ye Qianqian didn't hide anything. "I'm from a single-parent family and can't earn money myself, so I have to ask my dad for it!"
"So, did you get it?" Su Zimo asked with concern, taking Ye Qianqian's small hand. Ever since she first laid eyes on Ye Qianqian, the little girl who had cut her own wrist, she had felt an inexplicable sense of affection and pity for her.
