An Ning made her decision happily. Seeing An Guoping up ahead, she habitually reached into her pocket.
'Huh? I changed clothes.'
"Wait for me a second."
An Ning ran into her room and came out again a moment later.
"Take this. Tell me when you run out of money."
But An Guoping, standing across from her, didn't reach out. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, a pleading expression on his face.
"Sis, my dearest sis, I'm begging you, please don't give me any more money. I really don't know what to buy."
"I was distracted all morning in class, constantly thinking about those two yuan. It's too much. It makes me feel uneasy."
An Ning stared intently at An Guoping and frowned slightly.
"Little brother, you have poor mental fortitude. You need to train more."
After saying this, An Ning took out a five-yuan bill from her pocket.
Without allowing any protest, she grabbed An Guoping's hand and slapped the six yuan into his palm.
"Go spend it. I'll give you more when it's gone."
