There was a tiny detail that Han Jing forgot when he woke up after his nap and looked at his family who were actually still around. Han Jing also forgot that the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival was some sort of holiday, but it wasn't that.
Han Jing wasn't getting 130,000 yuan at all at once… all Han Jing had was 12,000 yuan which was a far cry from the whole amount—but it was a great counter to him just suddenly spending all of his money.
"I'm glad, but also disappointed in myself." Han Jing muttered underneath his breath.
"You're not the only one."
Han Jing threw a look at his old man, and sighed inwardly, but then scratched his head. "I see…" After getting enough rest from his so-called nap, Han Jing was in a better mood where his father's words didn't instantly push his buttons.
"You know, Jing, why don't you and your father go out and buy lunch?" His mother suggested.
