Lingguang No.1 Middle School, office.
The class teacher looked at the three students in front of her and felt as if she had aged five or six years since taking on this grade.
"The reason I've called you here, you should all be clear about, I hope you can apologize to Lu Zhu in person."
Lu Zhu stood casually, while Ye Chunxiao looked down with her face flushed.
Zhou Xitong appeared indifferent.
"Apologize? Can't we just give her money instead?"
This was the first time the class teacher had encountered such a student, and she was visibly irritated.
"Zhou Xitong! Do you think money can solve all problems?"
Lu Zhu, however, spoke up, "It can."
Class teacher: "..."
Zhou Xitong curled her lips, "How much?"
Lu Zhu thought for a moment, "A thousand."
With a thousand yuan, she would be able to pay the rent when she went home this weekend.
The rest of the money would be enough for food, and she could ask the landlady to take care of her mother.