"I've said it so many times!"
Shen Gu Mirai felt a bit desperate.
Why did Beichuan Si always think about money?
"What do you want then?" Beichuan Si asked again.
"...Mr. Temple, you're too serious."
Sighing, Shen Gu Mirai didn't say anything else, just took out the little notebook she had always used, and stuffed it into the drawer of Beichuan Si's desk.
After doing all this, she raised the half-eaten small bread in her hand and said helplessly, "Actually, I just wanted Mr. Temple to share some lunch with me. I woke up a bit late today and didn't have time to prepare my lunch."
"The money I give you can buy several of these lunches." Beichuan Si frowned, still unable to understand Shen Gu Mirai's intentions.
It was indeed the truth, but it was not what Shen Gu Mirai wanted to hear.
She wanted to hear romantic words from Beichuan Si, not these stark realities!
