"Why are you working here?" Austin asked. Seeing that she had played the piano well, but could only play the tune for a short amount of time, it seemed like she was not formally trained to play.
"I need money." The girl bit her lips.
"What do you need money for?" Austin had been in the hospital for a long time, so he rarely talked with anyone. Most of the time, he would just immerse himself in his own thoughts.
"Our dean has cancer and needs a lot of money for treatment." After the girl finished speaking, she looked at Austin with gratitude, "Thank you, Sir, for saving my life. If there's a chance, I will definitely repay you."
"Forget it, and you can leave now." Austin said to her.
Aimee stood up as if her butt was on fire, "Sorry, sorry for disturbing you, I'll be leaving first."
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