After speaking, Wei Qingshan strode out, humming a tune.
You brought the well-fed Liang Xinyue to the living room at this moment and said to Wei Yingyue, "Only thirty thousand makes him this happy. It seems your family has strict upbringing. This kid seems to have his finances tightly controlled on a regular basis."
Placing her phone on a thick novel titled "Raising Foxes for Trouble," Wei Yingyue looked at you and said, "This is my grandfather's intention. Although our family isn't exceedingly rich, at least we don't worry about food and clothing. Therefore, in such an environment, if a child doesn't strive to be ambitious on his own, it's easy to squander away what he has, even destroying the foundation built by his father."
"I agree with that. No matter what, Qingshan is a lot better than those good-for-nothing rich second generation or red second generation."
