For some reason, Zhang San could sense a shrewdness in the girl from her mention of "Pupulu", as if there was something they had in common.
But then he looked at the delicate-looking little girl in front of him and thought he might be overthinking it.
It wasn't just him; Xu Lin felt the same way.
The little girl in front of them had a mind that wasn't as simple as her appearance suggested – there was depth to her.
"Is it okay to come and pay the school fees when school starts?" Zhen Yu asked Xu Lin.
"Of course," Xu Lin nodded.
"Then we should get going. If we don't leave now, we really won't catch the bus back home!"
"Alright."
"Zhen Yan! Time to go!" Mrs. Zhen didn't want to fork out the money right away, so she was anxious and called out to her daughter, asking why she would choose this place if it was a thousand more. Then she loudly called her son to leave.
