Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao had no idea how amazing Old Wu was, but now, looking at the money, their understanding of Old Wu was overturned and redefined.
"Simei, give this to your master. You haven't finished your apprenticeship yet. You shouldn't take these."
Su Sanlang felt his hand grow heavy as he held it. He suddenly realized how much God had blessed their family.
After reacting, Su Sanlang treated the master-disciple relationship between Old Wu and Su Xiaolu more carefully. He was afraid that Su Xiaolu was still too young and had not done some things well.
It didn't matter if Su Xiaolu was insensible. As parents, they should know better and teach her.
"Sanlang, you're right. We can't take so much money."
Madam Zhao also felt that Su Sanlang was right. Their Simei had yet to finish their medical studies from the divine doctor. Logically speaking, they shouldn't take the money. Any field of study was very harsh on disciples.
