"Hey! Are you sure you want to go back to that college to take classes!?"
Xun drove the car with some worry, and carefully asked Xinlian next to him. But he didn't realize that she didn't listen at all...
Last night, Lin drove alone to Xunhe's residence.
"Click——"
Xinlian heard the knock on the door and opened the door, and saw Lin at first sight. She looked at Lin with some confusion, not understanding the meaning of his coming.
"Give"
Who knows, as soon as the door opened, Lin didn't give Xinlian any time to react, and stuffed a document that looked like a contract into Xinlian's arms. He opened it and read the 'equity transfer document', which read five big words.
Entering Xinlian's line of sight, she raised her head blankly, wanting to ask Lin. However, she found that Lin's figure had long disappeared, and the sports car parked at the door had also driven away the moment she raised her head.
Within a few seconds, the mobile phone in her pocket also rang. Xinlian pressed the connect button and put it to her ear...
"That contract is considered as compensation! Today's compensation!"
Lin's somewhat awkward voice entered Xinlian's ears through the mobile phone. Hearing his repeated emphasis on compensation, Xinlian couldn't help but laugh.
"I know! It's compensation! ...Thank you, Shui Xinglin."
Hearing Xinlian's unusually soft thank you, Lin on the other end seemed to become anxious, "I told you it was compensation! No need to say thank you, that's it." After that, the call was cut off.
Maybe God gave her misfortunes again and again, but he never forgot to compensate her. So, God is fair. He allowed her to experience pain, but also allowed her to meet these two friends, which is considered a blessing.
She was in trouble.
"Yan Xinlian!!! Are you listening to me!?"
Xun's somewhat angry voice immediately awakened Xinlian from her memories. She turned her head and said to Xun very, very calmly: "No."
Angry, Dexun almost parked the car aside to drive her out of the car.
"Forget it, it's all in vain!"
"Yeah, I feel the same"
"How do you feel the same way? I really don't know what your heart is made of."
"You can't see what it's made of! So don't worry so much!"
"Okay! You think I'm taking too much care now? Get off the train!!!"