After saying a few more words, Lin Qiao let him in. Song Tingfan reluctantly nodded and suddenly remembered something. He pulled out a few cents from his pocket and handed them to her, "Sister-in-law, take a donkey cart."
"I have some, it's with me."
Seeing his stubborn look, Lin Qiao reached out to take it, smiled, and said, "Thank you, little brother-in-law."
Song Tingfan's eyes curved. He liked it when his sister-in-law accepted the things he gave her, just like how his parents would, but also a bit different from them.
He waved, "Sister-in-law, I'm going inside."
As soon as he entered the school, Zhou Tiedan noticed the item in his hand, "Tingfan, what good stuff do you have? I want to eat it."
Lin Qiao frequently bought treats for Song Tingfan, so he instinctively thought it was something to eat.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan tightened his grip and put it into his chest, "It's not food; it's rat poison."
