"Ms. Tang, please sit down." The woman's arm stretched out to a sofa where she was sitting alone.
"Thank you." Ke'er sat down with her schoolbag in her arms. She subconsciously hid the blackened schoolbag strap.
The woman still smiled modestly: "Miss Tang, do you want some coffee?"
"Just boiled water is enough," Kerr said.
The woman smiled slightly, turned around and left quickly. A little girl wearing a black and white floral skirt brought Ker a glass of boiled water.
The water temperature was suitable. Ke'er drank half the glass of water in one breath and looked at the empty glass. Ke'er was startled for a moment.
Maybe, she should keep some
It was so quiet in the hall, and everyone who had just been there was gone. She turned around slightly and secretly looked at the luxurious furnishings around her. She never imagined that she would come to such a gorgeous place to sit for a while.
When she turned back, her eyes widened suddenly and she stood up, but her schoolbag fell to the ground.
Leng Jianan quietly came downstairs at some point and stood behind her for a long time.
He was looking at her coldly, as if he was studying an elusive monster.
Ke'er hurriedly knelt down, picked up her schoolbag and held it in her arms. Her eyes dodged, not daring to look directly at Leng Jianan who walked around the sofa and walked towards her.
He sat down on the sofa opposite her, crossed his legs, and put his hands on the sofa leisurely, like the lazy but cold and arrogant male protagonist in the comics.
Ke'er stood blankly holding her schoolbag, not knowing whether she should sit down or not.
Leng Jianan showed no expression, but there was no longer any contempt in his eyes. He spoke calmly: "Has your father's funeral been finished?"
Ke'er looked at him in surprise: "How did you know that my father passed away?"
"The one hundred thousand yuan was used to save your father." Leng Jianan looked at her and said calmly, as if he was stating something unimportant.
Mentioning the life-saving money that was a step too late, tears bursting from the uncontrollable pain suddenly rushed out of Ke'er's eyes, leaving her speechless.
Leng Jianan turned his eyes elsewhere and said coldly: "I don't like people crying in front of me."
Ke'er quickly wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand. Yes, her sadness was hers and had nothing to do with him. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. How could he feel the pain of being one step too late?
The cost of her father's surgery was 100,000 yuan. She sold herself to get 100,000 yuan. However, her father failed to wait for the life-saving money. Perhaps he knew that it was his daughter's life-saving money, so he was unwilling to wait.