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Shen Xun wanted to laugh, but he didn't as he pointed at Song Jingwan and lifted his chin at Song Yaoyao.
Tang Xinrou was about to lose her mind from holding back her laughter. As her shoulders shook uncontrollably, she lifted her thumb at Shen Xun.
You're the best!
He was the school bully indeed.
Song Yaoyao blinked innocently. “Oh, how could I?”
But she still presented her QR code to him.
Song Jingwan was dying in anger, but all eyes were on her; she had to endure as she displayed an aggrieved and helpless expression like she was being forced.
“It's fine. You're my sister!”
She forcefully revealed a smile, scanned the QR code, and entered an amount.
Shen Xun placed one leg on top of the other roguishly, took a glance, and said casually, “30,000?
“Are you trying to brush her off like a beggar?
“You can't keep up with us, yet you came here acting like a rich person?
“Have you forgotten whose territory this is?”
Song Yaoyao glared at him and Shen Xun immediately chuckled. “This is my Big Bro's territory!
“Did my Big Bro allow you to come here?”
Han Jun rolled his eyes.
No one in the third class was easy to get along with, but they all worshipped Shen Xun blindly.
When they heard what he said, they immediately laughed.
“Is Beauty Song this stingy?”
“Yaoyao~ Don't worry, I have money~ Hahahaha!
“I'm f*cken rich!”
“If you're that great, then add a zero. Can you keep up with us?”
Song Jingwan had never experienced something like this. Compared to this place, the first class was like heaven!
“You guys are going overboard!”
She bit her lip as tears swirled around in her eyes. She then transferred Song Yaoyao 300,000 quickly and left in shame.
When the notification bell sounded, signaling that the transfer had been completed, Song Yaoyao was in a good mood.
She looked at Shen Xun in praise.
“Not bad. I'll bring you a gift tomorrow.”
“Woohoo!” Han Jun immediately snapped out of his daze. “Really? What gift? Do I get one too?”
Tang Xinrou was also beaming with joy. “What about me?”
Song Yaoyao patted her chest and squinted her eyes to count the zeros. In an extremely good mood, she promised, “Don't worry, you will all get something.”
“Haha!” Tang Xinrou wanted to laugh whenever she thought about Song Jingwan's expression. “I bet Song Jingwan's dying on the inside right now. Pft! She deserves it!”
Who told her to come to the third class on her own? Did she think they were a bunch of nerds who only knew how to buy books?
A few words and she was sent running back to her Mumma.
Song Yaoyao remained in a good mood all the way until school finished.
Song Jingwan stopped her. “Song Yaoyao, come home with me.”
“She can't…”
Before Song Yaoyao managed to speak, Huo Ningxi's voice suddenly sounded beside her.
“Ningxi?”! Song Jingwan's temples twitched as she forced a smile on her face. “What do you mean? “Are you taking her back to stay with the Huos?”
Huo Ningxi's eyelids drooped, “Uh huh.”
“How can you do that?!”
Song Jingwan never expected things to progress to this stage.
“You may have a verbal agreement to get married, but Yaoyao is still young. If she lives with you, people will gossip.”
She grabbed onto his sleeve in a panic with sadness in her eyes.
“Ningxi…please change your mind and let Yaoyao go home with me. My parents are worried about her.”
As he looked at her aggrieved expression, Huo Ningxi couldn't bear to hurt her.
But when he thought about his Small Uncle's words before he left the house that morning, he immediately turned cold.
“You shouldn't be asking for my opinion. I'm not tying her up and forcing her to come with me.” Huo Ningxi pulled her hand away and said heartlessly, “Song Yaoyao, let's go.”
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