Rong Yan didn't think she charged too much for the twenty yuan.
Anyone with a motherly heart could easily borrow that amount, no matter the circumstances.
If she wasn't guessing wrong, that woman had a job too, with the local workers earning twenty-five yuan a month; how could she not have twenty yuan?
It was just a matter of whether to take it or not.
If a mother wouldn't even gather twenty yuan for her own daughter.
Then what use was her sympathy?
Sorry, she really wasn't a saint.
If it wasn't for that little girl looking pitiful, she wouldn't have even brought up the matter.
She rode her bike back home.
Seeing her return, Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, he was worried that she hadn't arrived yet, not knowing what might have happened.
"We can eat now."
Rong Yan had actually forgotten that they would wait for her to have dinner together.
"Go to the kitchen first; I've brought you guys some good stuff."
