The next day.
Weekend.
Auntie and the others woke up early as usual, dragging a sleepy Qin Shiqi out of bed. Having experienced both joy and disappointment last night, Qin Shiqi looked dispirited in the morning. The thought that tens of thousands of dollars slipped through her fingers made her visibly resentful.
Tang Qing guessed that she would be depressed for a while. However, the dolike Qin Shiyu seemed indifferent. She didn't care for money. All her money was with Qin Shiqi anyway, and she hadn't held much money in her hands. So, she busied herself with tidying up and caring for her six potted plants, wiping each leaf. Full of smiles, she was the epitome of a tranquil girl.
During breakfast time.
After gulping down her food quickly, Qin Shiqi walked up to her aunt, tugged lightly at her clothes, and looked at her pitifully. In a soft voice, she said, "Mom...money..."