However, as she was completing the action, a hand grabbed her arm.
Startled, Qing Er looked up to see Su Yun looking at her quizzically.
“What is this,” asked Su Yun.
“Money,” Qing Er whispered, scared that people outside could hear.
Every month, Qing Er would give Su Yun money to survive.
“Where did you get this money?”
“Didn’t Mosha tell Qing Er just now? The main house treats promising candidates very well, such as by giving them money. Because I never finish spending it, I always just give the rest to Su Yun.”
As she said this, Qing Er’s head faced downwards and looked uneasy.
“You don’t even know how to lie,” Su Yun said as he shook his head. “300 is your monthly allowance, but you always give me all of it, don’t’ you?”
A surprised expression appeared on Qing Er’s face.