Xiang Qichen thought for a moment, remembering: "She probably hadn't seen you for a long time, exchanged a few pleasantries, and even slipped me five hundred yuan."
Huaiyi slowed her pace, turning her head to look at him.
"But I didn't take it. Later, I found a chance to put it back in her bag," he said. "After all, in the true sense, it wasn't meant for me."
Huaiyi opened her mouth and exhaled a sigh of relief: "Good thing you didn't take it. Do you know why she gave you the money? No, actually, it was meant for me..."
Xiang Qichen looked at her.
"Because my dad first gave money to her son..." Huaiyi paused, "which is my cousin. She's been like this from before. My dad gives money to my cousin, and she continues the exchange by giving money to me and my brother, and every time, the amount she gives us is a little less than what my dad gives my cousin."
