Dou Dou quietly wriggled her bottom.
The oppressive atmosphere made her extremely uncomfortable, even if this was just in someone else's dream.
Finally, the young woman couldn't hold back anymore, put down the sweater in her hands, "Why aren't you going to school? What are you standing here for?"
Little Jiakang didn't speak, just stubbornly stood there.
"You feel wronged? You little debt collector, I'm the one who owes you? You just know how to ask for money every day. Your dad is just as useless, can't earn much all year round, yet smokes and drinks without fail. Having you and your father is really my bad luck..."
The young woman cursed and swore, but ultimately took out five yuan and handed it to Jiakang.
"Hurry up and get out of here. If you're late, watch your skin."
Little Jiakang quickly took the money and then ran towards the door.
The previously thick air dissipated at this moment, and Dou Dou subconsciously took a deep breath of relief.
