"How come I don't remember you being a student? You're the first college student in our He Family."
He Tiantian pretended not to catch the sarcasm in He Zhuo's words and said proudly, "Excelling in both character and academics, you get scholarships every year. Oh, right, son, did last year's scholarship come in? We don't even have money for groceries at home—"
Before He Tiantian could finish, He Zhuo shouted "No money" and then directly hung up the phone.
Throwing the phone on the bed, He Zhuo still felt unsatisfied.
Damn it, they're starting to eye the original owner's scholarship money again.
Not having "money for groceries"?
As if he didn't know, the He Family's savings exceeded seven figures a few years ago.
Now it can only have increased, not decreased!
Besides, even if he gave the scholarship to the stingy old dad, he wouldn't use the money for groceries but save it directly.
This person just likes looking at a string of numbers on the passbook.
