Lin Xiuwen, standing beside her, repeated: "One thousand and forty-two yuan."
That much money was indeed a bit too much.
He and his wife, one a school teacher, the other a salesperson in a department store, were already earning decent wages.
But even so, the money they had managed to save over these years was just shy of nine hundred yuan. Little Brother had drawn so much money at once…
Chen Honghong also began to think of the worst, swallowing nervously she said, "Mom, don't jump to conclusions; it might not be what we're thinking."
Lin Xiuwen also quietly comforted, "Yes Mom, perhaps Fourth Brother has done something meritorious, and this money is a reward from the higher-ups."
Hearing this, Ma Xiulian felt somewhat reassured, "Honghong, help me write a letter to send over and ask what is going on."
"Sure, I'll write it now."
