"You'll care for me…?"
An Mingchuan shuddered and he looked at An Lin dazedly.
However, he quickly regained his senses.
Shaking his head, he said, "No, I've already told you, dad doesn't need you to earn money by singing. You should go and complete university first."
"That's not what I meant. I don't plan on making money by singing either," An Lin said firmly.
"What I meant was, I'm already rich now, I can care for you."
Saying this, An Lin fished out a bank card from his pocket. "There's around three hundred and fifty million yuan in here. Use it however you want, we're not short on cash!"
An Mingchuan became dazed once again.
He stared at the card and after a long time, finally spoke hesitantly. "Little Lin, now's not the time to kid around…"
An Lin shook his head seriously. "I'm not kidding around. Dad, if you really don't believe me, then we can go and check the balance on an ATM right now."
