Look, such a considerate girl.
So considerate, she's perfect to be her Saozi.
Nianyang was thinking when an arrogant voice rang out,
"No, this lower bunk, I, Jian Qingqing, want it."
The speaker was a very delicate-looking girl, even as pretty as Nianyang, a true beauty.
Her figure was graceful, her skin as white as milk, her eyes full of arrogance, with a hint of pride and indulgence, clearly a pampered young lady who spoke with her nose in the air.
Nianyang's brows furrowed. It seemed her magnet for trouble was unavoidable everywhere; she just didn't know what this Jian Qingqing's story was.
But no matter what her background was, with Nianyang's current status, she no longer had to endure humiliation and burden like before. She raised her eyebrow and replied defiantly,
"Sorry, you can't afford this lower bunk."
