They arrived at the doorstep.
Song Moting stopped the car.
Jiang Xiaoxiao jumped down.
"Jiang Xiaoxiao, I'll bring milk powder tickets to you tomorrow. My family has some, so you won't have to struggle like this anymore."
He remembered that his dad had these connections.
Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn't pretentious.
She needed these things herself.
In this era, you really can't get tickets just because you want them.
"Thank you, Song Moting. You're my friend from now on. If you ever face difficulties and need help, come find me. We'll help each other and escape this miserable environment together."
Jiang Xiaoxiao patted her chest generously.
Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao's two dark braids, feeling warm inside.
It was the first time someone treated him as a friend like this.
"You'd better not be my friend. I'm not worthy of being your friend."
Song Moting gritted his teeth; he really wasn't worthy.
