"Sis, you won't even look at me. Your speech is a real mix of city and country slang now, and you switch between them so naturally."
An Ning didn't even glance at An Guoping, her whole demeanor a blunt 'What is it?'
In that respect, she was getting more and more like Lin Cuihua.
An Ning, who was packing her things, finally shot a sideways glance at An Guoping.
"I see you every day. If you have something to say, say it."
"Hehe, I really do have something to discuss."
An Guoping grinned and gestured toward An Ning's room.
An Ning stepped aside and asked, "Acting all mysterious?"
"Are you looking for an allowance?"
Certain she had figured it out, An Ning reached right for her pocket.
When it came to giving him money, she, as his older sister, was never stingy.
"No, no! What would I need money for? I never go out."
"You just keep it for yourself."
After An Guoping's repeated refusals, An Ning finally gave up trying to give him money.
