Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Uh huh!”

An Feiran curved his eyes and nodded obediently. “I will have to rely on you from now on, Classmate Song!”

With a full wallet, Song Yaoyao was in an extremely good mood. She patted on An Feiran’s shoulder and said in a sweet and gentle voice, “No worries…”

The school bell rang.

Tang Xinrou patted Song Yaoyao on the head in amusement. “Precious, are you that poor? You’re so money-obsessed!”

“This isn’t just money”—Song Yaoyao patted the cheque—”This is a sense of security.”

In this world, nothing felt safer than having money.

Shen Xun was particularly quiet today. He lay on his desk sleeping the entire time without saying a word.

Tang Xinrou stood up and grabbed Song Yaoyao’s thermos.

“Yaoyao, I’ll take your thermos with me. I’m getting some hot water, so I’ll fill you up as well.”

“Thanks, Rourou~” Song Yaoyao thanked softly as her dimples dug deep into her cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” Tang Xinrou said as she started walking out. At that moment, Han Jun called her back. “Tang Xinrou, get me a cup too!”

“You wish,” Tang Xinrou said without turning back.

Han Jun: “Why? We are all classmates. It’s not good to be biased.”

Tang Xinrou sneered when she heard this. “Then, I will fetch you hot water when you become as cute as Yaoyao.”

After that, she ignored him and left.

Han Jun had no choice but to get it himself.

“Brother Xun, do you want?”

“Get lost…”

The boy’s voice was raspy, temperamental, low, and unhappy.

The classroom was quiet. Everyone could sense that he was in a bad mood.

“Shen Xun.”

There was suddenly a knock on his desk and a girl’s voice traveled into his ears.

“Huh?” Shen Xun lifted his eyes and looked at her while still lying on the desk.

“A gift.”

A blue gaming console was placed in front of him.

It was the same model as the one that Song Yaoyao owned.

Shen Xun hesitated for a moment before he stretched out his hand and paused. “You’re not giving me practice questions this time?”

“Do you like practice questions? Then, next time…”

“No, no need!” Shen Xun said in fear. “It’s not easy for you to make money. You don’t need to buy me any.”

“That’s true,” Song Yaoyao nodded.

She then placed two more gaming consoles in front of Han Jun and Tang Xinrou.

When Shen Xun saw this, he pursed his lips and laughed bitterly.

This was Song Yaoyao indeed; always being fair.

“By the way, is Grandfather Shen doing well?”

Song Yaoyao suddenly remembered as she tilted her head and asked.

Shen Xun’s gaze darkened and he forced a smile on his face. “Pretty well.”

“This is for you. It can temporarily relieve Grandfather Shen’s pain.” Song Yaoyao opened her notebook, tore out a page, and handed it to Shen Xun. Written on it, was a list of medicinal herbs and certain quantities. “If he can’t trust me, he can show it to a professional doctor and confirm it is fine before consuming.”

Shen Xun was stunned as he accepted the paper.

All of a sudden, his heart felt warm. Song Yaoyao definitely knew about the Shen Family’s status and knew what would happen if she failed to treat his grandfather or something went wrong, yet she still chose to do this.

“Song Yaoyao.”

He took a deep breath and looked into the girl’s eyes as he laughed gently, “Sorry.”

“It’s normal,” Song Yaoyao said calmly as she turned around with a sense of maturity that did not match her appearance. “If I was you, I wouldn’t believe me either.”

When it came to family, it was natural to be cautious.

Her prescription was very light. It was enough for relief, but not enough to fully treat someone.

Song Yaoyao simply did what she wanted and left everything else up to fate.