"You asked me earlier what my name was, didn't you?"
"If I told you, would you still consider me a friend?"
Qiao Qiao suddenly had a bad premonition; she felt she might have guessed wrong.
"Let me tell you a story!"
Zhao Yu thought it over; directly telling her he was Zhao Yu could cause everything to collapse.
So, taking a roundabout approach might just work wonders.
"Go ahead!" Qiao Qiao sat upright on the sofa, looking all ears.
"There was a boy who had a very happy childhood, his parents loved him very much..."
"They tried their best to satisfy his every want and whim for good food and fun..."
"In the past, the little boy lived a very happy life..."
"Until he entered high school..."
"Placed in a new environment, the little boy suddenly realized that there are disparities between people..."
"The most typical sign was the way teachers treated different students; there was favoritism..."
"Like, the teachers would favor those students from wealthier families..."