Even if Ding Jiayi continued throwing her tantrum, Qiao Nan would still be able to discuss the matter calmly with a clear conscience.
"Okay, I agree!" Ding Jiayi was ungrateful, but she knew her limits. She was clear of the kind of decision that would be the most favorable for herself. She did not even dream of getting a single cent from Qiao Zijin, much less a living allowance of up to a few hundred yuan or even a thousand yuan.
With such a comparison, Ding Jiayi had no choice but to settle for the thousand yuan from Qiao Nan every month.
"It's good that we're in agreement. Next, we have to discuss what will happen if your or Dad's health deteriorates. You've agreed to follow my plan in ordinary times. As for anything else, I don't care what requests you make to Qiao Zijin. But if you or Dad falls sick, I'll split the costs equally with Qiao Zijin. This is non-negotiable."
