Wang Meifeng handed over the money, which Ni Yang couldn't refuse, so she accepted it.
"Aunt, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."
"There's no need for ceremony, young comrade. This money is what you deserve," Wang Meifeng said with a smile.
For her, her son's life was more important than anything else.
What's the significance of this money?
Wang Meifeng was really fond of Ni Yang. This young lady was delicate in her thinking, even considering to avoid discussing these matters in front of the child.
Ni Yang faintly smiled, "Aunt, since you said not to stand on ceremony, you can just call me Yangyang."
"Alright, Yangyang," Wang Meifeng cheerfully agreed.
When she returned to the room.
Ni Cuihua had already come out of her room and was chatting with the old lady and Ni Chenggui.
Yang Guobao sat quietly at one side, as demure as a young girl.
Ni Yang took the initiative to introduce: "Mom, This is Aunt Yang, Guobao's mom."
