Soon, Zhao Mei'e took out five silver coins from her room.
"Here, take it. Use it well and don't spend it carelessly.”
Her son had no fixed character, so she had to explain more to him in case he spent it on other things.
"Don't worry, Mother, I know.”
Yan Yuan took the five silver coins and immediately returned to his room. He could no longer look straight at his mother's face. When he saw the gentleness on her face, he could not help but recall the scene of her scolding his sister with her hands on her hips.
It felt especially strange and creepy.
After sending her son off, Zhao Mei'e handed a silver coin to her younger daughter. " Xiangxiang, this money is for you. Keep it for tomorrow when you go to town to buy something you like. "”
"Thank you, Mother."
Yan Xiangxiang clenched her fingers. Even though she knew that her brother's suggestion was not bad and that they needed money, she still couldn't help but be envious.
