Leng Xue smiled, revealing a cunning expression, "Mommy, anyway, he has money, we might as well spend it."
Qing Er, "..."
When did this little girl become so mischievous and crafty?
Still hesitating, her daughter held her arm and shook it, "Mommy, if you really hate him, the only way to retaliate is to keep him by your side and torment him fiercely."
"..."
Qing Er felt that this child was no longer the pure and lovely child she once was. How did she turn out like this after spending some time with Tang Wanjun?
Qing Er was somewhat angry and shook off her hand, "Did your dad teach you all this?"
Wanting her to compromise, she still hadn't managed to convince herself.
"How could that be?" Leng Xue's bright eyes twinkled as she told Qing Er, "I'm just giving you some ideas."
"Think about it, you have nowhere to live right now, and living outside costs money, doesn't it?"
