"Dear daughter, my living expenses for this month are gone. Could you transfer a few thousand to your mom~"
That night, North Sea District, outside the factory.
Bai Yi looked at the message from her mother on her phone, and her mouth twitched slightly.
Gripping her phone with some difficulty, she vented to Yan Huan in her mind,
"It's a bit too real to feel comfortable..."
"Meow?"
Yan Huan turned her head to look, hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the "transfer" button, sending some money to Zuo Jiangqin.
Confused, Yan Huan asked,
"If it makes you uncomfortable, why are you transferring money to her, meow?"
"...Well, it's all just an if-line, not real, so why not transfer it. Besides, at least in this if-line, my mom says some nice things when asking for money..."
Upon hearing this, Yan Huan glanced at Bai Yi's face with a hint of a smile.
He couldn't understand it either. Does this count as nice words?
