Sweet Girl remembered how Gu Jiaojiao had been disgusted by her dirty hands touching her money, so she immediately struggled to get up.
Gu Jiaojiao noticed Sweet Girl staring at her, wide-eyed, her face a mask of caution and unease. She couldn't help but soften her voice.
"Don't move. You just fell in the water, so you're very weak. I'm going to carry you home now, so don't be afraid!"
Sweet Girl wondered if something was wrong with her ears. 'Otherwise, why would Gu Jiaojiao be speaking to me so gently?'
Especially the look in her eyes—it was full of gentleness, without the slightest hint of disgust.
Sweet Girl looked at the coat wrapped around her. She could tell at a glance that it was expensive; it didn't have a single patch and looked brand new.
She was a little afraid. "Big Sister, I'm dirty. I'll get your coat dirty."
