Xu Huan looked back through the rear window at Li Xiangyang's retreating figure and nodded shyly. "I understand, Ms. Li."
'Even though Li Xiangyang is a pig butcher,' she thought, 'he's young and good-looking—much better than the men my relatives introduced me to.'
Li Jing said lightly, "Don't worry about your brother's tuition. Once he gets into college, you won't have to stress over it."
Xu Huan looked at Li Jing gratefully. "Thank you, Ms. Li. Xu Li is so lucky to have met such a good teacher like you."
Li Jing looked at her and said softly, "I only help those who are worth helping. Go home and pack your things, then go to my dad's place. He's a soft-hearted old man. As long as he likes you, you'll have nothing to worry about."
"Okay," Xu Huan replied softly.
Li Jing turned her head to look behind her. 'Knowing Xiangyang,' she thought, 'Xu Huan is generous and straightforward—exactly the kind of girl he likes.'
