Song Shijia: "..." This kid hands out the "nice person card" way too casually.
Turns out she’s someone who can be tricked away with a snack; better keep an eye on her.
Looking at those BulinBulin beautiful eyes, a sense of mission to "protect my little cutie" welled up inside her.
She immediately reached out, put her arm around her small shoulders, adopting a stance that she’d be looking out for her from now on.
I mean, Song Shijia is 1.7 meters tall, while Yun Qiluo is only 1.6 meters, so putting her arm around her was quite convenient.
When Yun Qiluo was in the villa, she seldom ate snacks; Yan Yan basically wouldn’t allow her to touch such junk food, so getting a bag or two of chips was like a holiday.
If she craved something, she’d go to the kitchen and have the chef make her some desserts, switching between Western and Eastern styles.
This was her first time holding so many different kinds of novel snacks, enjoying them delightfully all the way.
As a result, while touring the campus, she was always eating and smirking, her smile being so cute and pretty that people felt the urge to strike up a conversation.
Quite a few photography club seniors came to campus especially for inspiration, and unconsciously captured her in their shots.
Halfway through the tour, Song Shijia remembered to ask her, "By the way, why don’t you have any money on you?"
She looked at this little cutie, and it didn’t seem like she was poor.
When she went back earlier, it was obvious someone had come by the dormitory specifically to clean up.
The professional technique and the lingering scent of disinfectant screamed "servant".
Song Shijia’s family had a bit of money, so it wasn’t something she couldn’t see.
Especially with what she was wearing; although they were niche brands, having lived in the Imperial City for so long, she could tell at a glance that they weren’t cheap.
Just one look and you could tell her family was either rich or noble; add to that her innocence, and her first thought was that she’s the type of little princess well-protected by her family.
It’s just that her innocence seemed a bit different from that of ordinary princesses.
Too innocent, in fact.
Being poor, could there be a reason behind it?
When Song Shijia asked, Yun Qiluo naturally shook her head in confusion, "I don’t know either."
She didn’t even have many memories, let alone money.
Song Shijia widened her eyes in disbelief, "Your family just abuses you , a kid?"
What kind of family is so strict, even with a little girl.
Or was it that they specifically wanted her to experience poor university life for some kind of training? But not giving her a single cent is too much!
No, I mean a little, it’s all because she was just in the dormitory listening to her computer playing half an hour of Mo Xian Yu, and her accent changed.
Of course, if Song Shijia knew that the amount Yun Qiluo had in her WeChat and bank cards started at eight figures, she’d probably turn into a lemon and mildly curse Yun Qiluo’s parents for giving a kid so much money, possibly waiting for her to get robbed.
Mentioning family, Yun Qiluo’s first thought was of the beautiful woman and Wang Ma. She hurriedly defended them, "No, they treat me very well, extremely well!"
The words "extremely well" were deliberately emphasized, sounding childish and tender.
Song Shijia didn’t dwell on it. After all, it was a family matter, so she put her arm around her and said, "It’s okay, sis has money, just let me know if you need to buy anything."
Over the course of the morning, Yun Qiluo came to understand that calling herself "sis" didn’t mean she was trying to be her sister, it was just an expression.
So she nodded, "Okay!"
Meanwhile, she secretly rejoiced in her heart, wondering if the beautiful woman wouldn’t go bankrupt now?
But she also felt a bit guilty.
Wouldn’t it be bad to spend Song Shijia’s money? What if she went bankrupt too?
Faced with the choice between bankrupting the beautiful woman or her new friend, after some serious "deliberation," Yun Qiluo chose the latter.