Ning Zitong paused as she was getting out of the car. She looked up and, sure enough, saw a short-haired, slightly overweight middle-aged woman pulling Yan Xinxin's hand as they walked toward the back of the school wall.
Noticing the gloomy emotion on Yan Xinxin's face, Ning Zitong glared unhappily at Ye Lirong's retreating figure.
"I'll go take a look."
"Madam, I'll go with you."
Yan Xinxin never expected Ye Lirong to come to the school to look for her again, but this time, she came for money.
Ever since she started college, it had been the same every month.
Ye Lirong demanded her to give a household allowance on the twentieth of every month.
Understanding Ye Lirong's purpose, Yan Xinxin didn't bother to sugarcoat her words.
Yet the lump in her throat made it impossible for her to call out "Mom."
"I don't have that much cash on me right now. I'll go to the bank and transfer it to your account later."
