Jane Sampson directly broke into laughter and nodded, "Thanks for helping move the stuff."
"No problem, sis, besides, we get to enjoy the treats too." A little boy, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, replied nimbly and then quickly started moving a box of beverages and snacks with steady steps into the house.
To avoid disturbing Bright Sampton's training, Jane Sampson did not enter their training base and after everything had been moved, she drove away in her car.
Inside the training base, a group of people gathered in Bright Sampton's room, each one with a face full of envy.
"Bright, from what I can tell, your sister's car costs over 80,000. I didn't see that coming, you're actually a hidden rich second generation!" One colleague clung to Bright Sampton's legs, saying sneakily, "Everyone, come and hold onto the rich second generation's legs."
