"Did you bring all your luggage? Do you have enough warm clothes for winter? The temperature is going to drop again in the next couple of days." Seeing her in pajamas, Yu Qiao was concerned that she might not have enough clothing and asked.
In fact, Mu Wanqing didn't bring any warm clothes with her, not even the set of coral fleece pajamas she was wearing, which had been delivered by a runner after Ye Huan returned home.
Such financial difficulties were beyond what she had anticipated.
"I have enough, and besides, I don't really need to go out much." She couldn't bring herself to tell the truth, so she smiled and maintained her dignity.
Yu Qiao, who was astute, saw right through her lie and immediately took out her phone, "I'll transfer five thousand to you first. Consider it an advance on your salary."
"No, Qiaoqiao, really—"