Li Nanli ignored Fu Zhi's message and urged her to take the money.
After all, money was the only thing in this world that could make Fu Zhi happy. However, things were slightly different this time. Instead of taking the money, she unprecedentedly transferred 5 cents back to her nephew.
After doing that, she said, "This money is for you to buy yourself a lollipop!"
It was 7:30 in the morning.
Li Nanji, who had just emerged from the bathroom, fell into a trance as he stared at his phone. His damp hair hung over his eyes, and rivulets of water streamed down his hard jawline before disappearing into his collarbone.
Zhizhi had given him money.
The water droplets that dangled from the tips of his hair fell on the black velvet carpet on the floor as he shot up from the couch. He continued to stare at his phone, the tips of his ears slowly turning red.
