Picasso of the East
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
How poor could her fans be? Did they think that Su Bei was so poor that she could not even afford to drink milk?
"The delivery fee is enough to buy two boxes of milk, right? How could the fan only send one box over? It seems that your fan isn't very good at math," Zhong Xiu said with a smile.
Su Huixian also smiled and said, "Don't say that. No matter what kind of gift your fans give you, it's the thought that counts."
When she said this, everyone would naturally think of the diamond and jewelry she had just received. Who cared about the thoughts of others? Everyone would rather have diamonds, okay?
In comparison, Su Bei's gifts looked too shabby.
Su Bei was not bothered by it. She took out the packet of milk and found a small piece of paper stuck on it. There were a few words written on it, seemingly having been written by a child.
"It's for Bei Bei! Bei Bei, you must drink it!"
Su Bei's heart melted. It turned out it was from Gun Gun.