Lu Fan sent another message.
Lu Fan: [Let her run with it for a while. She has a sense of accomplishment right now, so don't discourage her. She must be ecstatic about that five yuan.]
Jiali: [Understood. Xiaoya has a few small jobs, all simple pocket garden designs and posters. They're perfect for practice, and the amounts are small, so the young miss won't get suspicious.]
Lu Fan placed his phone on the table and took a sip of his tea.
He imagined his daughter getting her first job. She must have been ecstatic.
The girl had always been strong-willed, never willing to ask for money. Earning five yuan on her own probably made her happier than if he'd given her fifty thousand.
...
Meanwhile.
「Qingshan Village.」
Jiang Guoqiang had been sitting in the courtyard for several days.
He sat from morning till night, and from night till dawn.
He sat motionless in that old wicker chair, staring at the osmanthus tree by the courtyard gate.
