Online classes were nothing like Shen Qiao had imagined.
He couldn't attend class while delivering food.
He checked his bank balance on his phone. In less than a month, he had earned more than twelve thousand yuan.
For a student like him, that was already enough.
Added to his own twenty thousand yuan in savings, minus the two thousand he had spent on rent and food recently, his total savings had reached thirty thousand yuan.
It was about time to stop.
Shen Qiao planned to go to the hospital. If he hadn't caught pneumonia, he would return to the Family Building for online classes.
After all, he couldn't keep troubling Senior Qin to look after his girlfriend.
And it was time to return Luo Ye's electric scooter as well.
He returned to his rented place. It was beside Orange Jam's building, with the same layout. Though it looked shabby, it had everything it needed—a standard one-bedroom apartment.
Orange Jam had taken good care of him these days too.
But Shen Qiao didn't quite understand. She was clearly a blogger with millions of followers, so why did she live in a place like this?
When he had first heard about her, he had learned that she had spent all the money she earned on medical treatment and could only live here.
But now that she had recovered, why was she still living in this old western-style house?
Shen Qiao returned to his tiny home.
The floor was bare concrete, the whitewashed walls had darkened, and the cabinets were made of dented, uneven wood. Everything carried the decay of a bygone era.
Though the room was shabby, it was very clean and didn't feel dirty at all.
Shen Qiao sat down on a chair. One of its legs was propped up with