Xu Nianhua had just sat down on her bed, listening to everyone chattering away about the benefits of hand cream, and unexpectedly thought of Chang Hui's sudden silence just now.
When she replied earlier, she hadn't thought about it at all. Three yuan—let alone the money she was used to seeing in the future—even now, her family wasn't short on cash. The pocket money Ji Ying gave her always started from ten yuan.
Hand cream that costs three yuan a tube, to her, it really wasn't anything special.
But after thinking it over, Xu Nianhua understood where Chang Hui's silence had come from.
Usually, Chang Hui rotated just two outfits. Besides rice and steamed buns, she wasn't like Fei Jiayi who always had candy and snacks on hand, nor like Ding Guo who liked to buy all kinds of pretty hair accessories, and even less like Zhou Wanwan who bought all sorts of books.
