This was like a reminder, a clear notification. Yin Xiaofan didn't know whether to thank Zhou Xueling for the reminder or to assume that Zhou Xueling had intentionally deceived him. It made no difference; he needed a few seconds to react.
"You really know him." Yin Xiaofan spoke from behind Zhou Xueling.
As expected, when more money was involved, people would come. Facing Yin Xiaofan, all he saw was the chubby figure smiling in pain.
Listening to the footsteps, more money had come. Zhou Xueling gave Yin Xiaofan a self-begging look of blessing, then lowered her head to read.
Yin Xiaofan shook his head and began to read. The amount of money involved didn't change.
"Lingling, why didn't you call me when you were reading? I could have read with you," a chubby figure slowly approached and sat directly next to Zhou Xueling.
Zhou Xueling didn't pay more attention to the money; she kept looking at her book, treating the money as if it were air.
