Han Jingting laughed in frustration, not knowing what to say anymore.
"Mom, don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?"
"Do you know how much a college student earns a month, working day and night tirelessly?"
"Ten thousand yuan a month for pocket money, and you still think it's not enough? Do you think what you're saying is appropriate?!"
Ding Lijuan grimaced and stubbornly said, "How is it inappropriate? You're the chairman now, and I'm the chairman's mother. How can those poor college students compare to me!"
"You..." Jingting was so angry she couldn't speak.
In the end, she still suppressed her temper and asked patiently, "Fine, Mom, how much do you think I should give you a month so it's appropriate?"
Ding Lijuan thought for a moment and said reluctantly, "Well, give me a hundred thousand to start with each month. I'll see if that's enough."
"A hundred thousand?!" Jingting's eyes widened in shock.
She felt like her mother had gone insane!
