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nShen Xun wanted to laugh, but he didn’t as he pointed at Song Jingwan and lifted his chin at Song Yaoyao.

nTang Xinrou was about to lose her mind from holding back her laughter. As her shoulders shook uncontrollably, she lifted her thumb at Shen Xun.

nYou’re the best!

nHe was the school bully indeed.

nSong Yaoyao blinked innocently. “Oh, how could I?”

nBut she still presented her QR code to him.

nSong Jingwan was dying in anger, but all eyes were on her; she had to endure as she displayed an aggrieved and helpless expression like she was being forced.

n“It’s fine. You’re my sister!”

nShe forcefully revealed a smile, scanned the QR code, and entered an amount.

nShen Xun placed one leg on top of the other roguishly, took a glance, and said casually, “30,000?

n“Are you trying to brush her off like a beggar?

n“You can’t keep up with us, yet you came here acting like a rich person?

n“Have you forgotten whose territory this is?”

nSong Yaoyao glared at him and Shen Xun immediately chuckled. “This is my Big Bro’s territory!

n“Did my Big Bro allow you to come here?”

nHan Jun rolled his eyes.

nNo one in the third class was easy to get along with, but they all worshipped Shen Xun blindly.

nWhen they heard what he said, they immediately laughed.

n“Is Beauty Song this stingy?”

n“Yaoyao~ Don’t worry, I have money~ Hahahaha!

n“I’m f*cken rich!”

n“If you’re that great, then add a zero. Can you keep up with us?”

nSong Jingwan had never experienced something like this. Compared to this place, the first class was like heaven!

n“You guys are going overboard!”

nShe bit her lip as tears swirled around in her eyes. She then transferred Song Yaoyao 300,000 quickly and left in shame.

nWhen the notification bell sounded, signaling that the transfer had been completed, Song Yaoyao was in a good mood.

nShe looked at Shen Xun in praise.

n“Not bad. I’ll bring you a gift tomorrow.”

n“Woohoo!” Han Jun immediately snapped out of his daze. “Really? What gift? Do I get one too?”

nTang Xinrou was also beaming with joy. “What about me?”

nSong Yaoyao patted her chest and squinted her eyes to count the zeros. In an extremely good mood, she promised, “Don’t worry, you will all get something.”

n“Haha!” Tang Xinrou wanted to laugh whenever she thought about Song Jingwan’s expression. “I bet Song Jingwan’s dying on the inside right now. Pft! She deserves it!”

nWho told her to come to the third class on her own? Did she think they were a bunch of nerds who only knew how to buy books?

nA few words and she was sent running back to her Mumma.

n…

nSong Yaoyao remained in a good mood all the way until school finished.

nSong Jingwan stopped her. “Song Yaoyao, come home with me.”

n“She can’t…”

nBefore Song Yaoyao managed to speak, Huo Ningxi’s voice suddenly sounded beside her.

n“Ningxi?”! Song Jingwan’s temples twitched as she forced a smile on her face. “What do you mean? “Are you taking her back to stay with the Huos?”

nHuo Ningxi’s eyelids drooped, “Uh huh.”

n“How can you do that?!”

nSong Jingwan never expected things to progress to this stage.

n“You may have a verbal agreement to get married, but Yaoyao is still young. If she lives with you, people will gossip.”

nShe grabbed onto his sleeve in a panic with sadness in her eyes.

n“Ningxi…please change your mind and let Yaoyao go home with me. My parents are worried about her.”

nAs he looked at her aggrieved expression, Huo Ningxi couldn’t bear to hurt her.

nBut when he thought about his Small Uncle’s words before he left the house that morning, he immediately turned cold.

n“You shouldn’t be asking for my opinion. I’m not tying her up and forcing her to come with me.” Huo Ningxi pulled her hand away and said heartlessly, “Song Yaoyao, let’s go.”

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