Luo Fenghe took the mobile phone on the nightstand and transferred money to Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi, looking at the twenty million that had been deposited, blinked gently and turned to Luo Fenghe, "You didn't transfer the wrong amount, did you?"
"The extra is pocket money I'm giving you."
"Thank you, sister-in-law." Gu Zhiqi's originally languid expression instantly became soft and obedient.
Luo Fenghe, seeing her like this, shook her head, slightly exasperated.
Now, she was certain—the girl's temperament had indeed reverted.
"Your brother has put new toiletries in the bathroom. Go freshen up and then come down for a meal. It's already noon, you must be hungry."
"Okay." Gu Zhiqi agreed, then headed toward the bathroom.
