The next day at school.
The four little flowers of the motherland sat together at the same table again.
For some reason.
Everyone looked a bit downcast.
Their dejected expressions seemed like they had been hit hard by frost.
Their little faces were full of misery.
Little Lu Li sat in her chair.
First thing she did was take out a few big bags of foreign candy from her backpack, which Song Qingwan had specifically given her this morning.
Then, she pushed all the candy over to Zhang Yiming, who had been standing there, her innocent and tender little voice was full of guilt.
She blinked her big beautiful black eyes and said softly,
"I'm sorry, Yiming, my dad's health isn't good, he could die at any moment, maybe, maybe he can't go to your house to mine coal..."
Zhang Yiming hadn't even said anything yet.
Qu Qianqian also took five candy boxes from her backpack, mimicking Lu Li's actions, and pushed them in front of Zhang Yiming with a gloomy face.
