Gan Yan Yu looked a little dazed when she heard that.
"What does 'bursting gold coins' mean?"
"Have you played Super Mario? The little guy bumps a block from underneath, and money pops out."
"Whose head am I supposed to bump?"
"It's a metaphor."
Lin Tian said solemnly,
"In short, since they're your parents, they have an obligation to support you until you graduate from college."
"I don't need it."
"Whether you want it is one thing. How much they give is another."
In truth, although Gan Yan Yu had never mentioned it,
Lin Tian could more or less tell from the bits and pieces she had said before.
Gan Yan Yu's family was probably not merely wealthy.
Never mind that her parents did business overseas.
Gan Yan Yu's grandfather had once been a nationally renowned cellist. And he had been a cellist in the last century.
Back when most people might not even have had enough food or warm clothes, what kind of family could afford cello lessons from childhood?
Yet that was not all.
With his son and daughter-in-law absent, Grandpa Gan had raised Gan Yan Yu all by himself.
On the surface, it was a story of a lonely old man and a left-behind child relying on each other for survival.
But in reality, it was a mysterious old man who had traveled the world, retired, and opened a café to experience life, raising a sheltered, innocent young heiress who had been well protected since childhood—and who had connections in the local Music Association and upper-class circles.
While Lin Tian had still been doing odd jobs at a cha chaan teng, trying to pay off two months of overdue rent,
Gan Yan Yu, also a high school student, had already been sent to the United Kingdom to