Yao Qing's gaze rested quietly on her.
Si Yu dropped the cigarette from her hand to the ground and stepped on it with her high heels, showing no mercy.
She didn't know where Si Yu's intense hostility towards her came from; in her memory, when Si Yu's mother was hospitalized with cancer and the school raised funds, she transferred all the pocket money she had saved for several months.
Probably about a hundred thousand or so, anyway, more than this sixty-eight thousand.
So why did Si Yu hate her so much? Was it because she helped her?
Si Yu couldn't stand being looked at by Yao Qing with that kind of gaze; it just made her scalp tingle.
She sneered, curling her lips sharply, "If you can't pay, just say you can't pay. What's the use of playing dumb?"
A princess? The princess who could once casually give away tens of thousands, now isn't she unable to shell out sixty-eight thousand?