After returning from Li Wangfu’s house, An Hao’s face clearly bore a smile.
As soon as she entered the door, An Ping came up to greet her.
"How did it go, sis?"
An Hao mimicked the situation, which delighted An Ping so much that he clapped his hands, "Sis, you really have some great ideas! I’m truly admiring you now!"
"When faced with problems, think and take a different path. Perhaps there’ll be a different harvest!" In her last life, she had been foolish and thoughtless, suffering too many losses.
This life, she definitely would not.
"Now that we have thirty, we still lack quite a bit of money, right? Sis, what will we do?" After the excitement, the problem still lay before them.
"I can only try to sell the Snowflake Cream I wholesaled to see if I can make some money," An Hao said.
"Sis, but tomorrow is Monday. Aren’t you going to school?" An Ping was worried about An Hao missing too many classes; what if she failed the college entrance exam, especially since she deeply longed to step onto a university campus.
An Hao gritted her teeth, "It’s okay. Missing a few days of class won’t matter too much. If we don’t have the money, Dad won’t be able to get the peace of mind to treat his injury properly. His leg was badly broken, and if we don’t treat and rest it well, it’ll definitely cause problems in the future."
"It’s fine." An Hao gently patted An Ping’s hand to reassure him, "Don’t worry about my studies; I will definitely be able to get into college. Are you hungry? I’ll make food!"
An Hao stood up, ready to go to the kitchen to start the fire for cooking, but she suddenly remembered she hadn’t seen Bai Yanjiao all day, "An Ping, where has Yanjiao gone?"
"Who knows, I haven’t seen her all day," An Ping shook his head.
It seemed she really couldn’t count on her.
An Hao went to the entrance to gather some firewood, and just as she got the stove burning, she heard someone in the yard calling her name.
She hurried out of the kitchen and saw Shen Zhihua standing in the yard.
"Class monitor, why have you come?" After speaking, An Hao remembered the incident of Uncle Shen accompanying them to the hospital in the town the day before.
Perhaps, he told Shen Zhihua about the situation at home, so he came to check.
"An Hao, your voice is hoarse!" Shen Zhihua observed An Hao’s chapped lips and raspy voice, her face haggard, and he couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
An Hao smiled carelessly, "It’s nothing, just the dry wind in spring. I’m just dehydrated."
"I’ve heard about your uncle’s situation. You’ve been trying to borrow money all day, haven’t you?" Shen Zhihua looked at An Hao, his tone tinged with faint disappointment, "I waited for you all day. You didn’t come over to borrow money from me. Are you purposely avoiding me?"
"Avoiding you? No, not at all!" An Hao denied.
Indeed, she did not go to Shen Zhihua’s house to borrow money. The reason was that on the way there, she overheard people gossiping about his family’s situation.
Shen Zhihua’s uncle had gone to the city to do business, taking quite a bit of money from Shen Zhihua’s mother.
As a result, the business failed, and he lost all the investment.
Given the Shen family’s situation, how could she have the nerve to ask them for money?
"You’re really not avoiding me?" Shen Zhihua felt that the night he held An Hao’s hand, wanting to confess his feelings but unable to, An Hao must have seen through his intentions.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said what she did later.
An Hao was a smart girl, but he wasn’t a fool either. From An Hao’s eyes and behavior, he sensed that she was avoiding him.
"Did you come to talk about this?" An Hao didn’t want to continue this topic with Shen Zhihua. In her previous life, she had once harbored a girl’s admiration for Shen Zhihua.
But in this life, her heart was full to the brim with Qin Jian, leaving no place for Shen Zhihua.