For someone who had grown up in an environment with a strong preference for boys over girls, Jia Xiufang has made great progress in her thinking.
"Silly girl, what you earn is yours. You and your brother are my children; all my money will belong to you in the future." Jia Xiufang felt warm being hugged by her daughter, and tears flowed when she thought of her difficult past.
Finally, she could provide a better life for her children; the bitter days were coming to an end.
"Mom, don't say these things in front of Da Long, especially about money. Never give him the impression that my money is for him. Understand?" Xiao Qian felt the need to be cautious with the playboy.
He was the type to go bad with money and could not rely on his mother forever if he wanted to succeed.
"Qian'er, what should I say if your little brother asks about the money?" Jia Xiufang also felt that her son was too arrogant; if she told him about the money, he would definitely stop studying even harder.
