"I will."
An Yin lowered her head in thought, the cash on her felt like a hot potato, making her anxious.
The two took a taxi back to school, taking turns to pay; when it came to money, they had a tacit understanding, making things very clear.
Back in the dormitory, An Yin took out the red envelope at the first moment, hiding it in her personal wardrobe. Then, she took out her phone, glanced at her WeChat, and found that someone wanted to add her as a friend. Suddenly, a man's face flashed in her mind.
After some hesitation, An Yin added the person.
His WeChat name was simple - "Meng Sihan," three characters, which An Yin didn't even need to note.
Thinking about that ten thousand yuan, An Yin opened their chat interface and started typing a message.
After editing a sentence, she felt there was something amiss with her wrinkled face. After several edits, she finally sent out a piece of text.
