Li An'an's hands were itching. This brat, so what if his family was rich!
Meng Cheng bent down and picked up Jin Enxuan. "Young Master, didn't we agree that I'll settle the matter? Why did you come downstairs? The wind is strong in the morning. You'll catch a cold! Take Young Master back upstairs!"
Jin Enxuan refused. "No, I want her son to withdraw! I'm the best performer! I won't be defeated by a pauper!"
Meng Cheng took out a check from his pocket and tossed it on the table.
"Here's 100,000 yuan. Take it as your compensation. You don't have the ability to continue to finance the child's lessons. Even if he learns, you can only teach him to eke out a living in the future. It's all for nothing."
Li An'an clenched her fists. She couldn't take it anymore. "Take it back. I won't agree to it. No matter what happens to my son in the future, I'll continue sending him for lessons as long as he enjoys it. I won't withdraw from the competition!"
