Mu Qiu wired one hundred and three yuan to Qing Rong.
"Let's just forget about that one yuan and forty cents change, Qing Rong shouldn't miss that little bit of money."
Is this really about the money? Zhao Yu thought to herself, munching on an egg waffle while listening.
Qing Rong didn't say anything, just responded lazily with a hum.
Between smart people, many things don't need to be made explicit; just a few ambiguous words are enough.
Both parties know the other understands their meaning, it's just that some people pretend to be confused, and the other person is happy to go along with it.
Mu Qiu felt her idea was correct; in this situation, Cheng Zhirang really needed to pick her up.
The three of them sat on a bench by the road, slowly eating, not talking much, each with different thoughts.
After finishing their snacks, they went to the pirate ship. The pirate ship here had a storyline, much more fun than the ones outside.
