It doesn't matter whether Hu Dou is her child. I don't want to know whether she is married or not. For an ordinary migrant worker like me, I care more about whether the commission for these thirty lessons will be based on the original price or the preferential price.
After all, fifty and thirty in a class determine whether I can drink an extra cup of taro milk tea today, the kind with double taro puree.
Yes, actually I still like to drink taro milk tea, the one Lu Qing remembers, but I told her that I don’t like it anymore because I don’t like her anymore.
That night in the car, I thought she wanted me to ask who the bean belongs to, or if she was married, but I didn't ask.
Then Lu Qing got off the bus and gave me a hundred before getting off, saying it was the fare.
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