Yang Chuxia shrugged helplessly.
Yang Qingrui said, "Sis, Brother An also sent some pastries." Yang Qingrui pointed to the table, and Yang Chuxia just remembered that Brother An had indeed put a package on the table earlier.
"This kid, really!" Ms. Wang shook her head, not knowing what to say.
"Xiaxia, give him back the money tomorrow. It's not easy for him to make a living as a child." Yang Dachuan said.
"Dad, let's just forget it, he won't take it." Yang Chuxia shook her head. Although the boy had stopped going to school, he still had the pride of a scholar. Since he said he wouldn't accept it, he wouldn't. Especially when she had purposely sent the money away, and he still refused it, it meant that he really didn't want it. If she insisted on giving it, it would make things awkward for the other party.
