Chen Qiumei's mood suddenly darkened. If what Bai Xiaolan had said was true, they wouldn't benefit much from their visit. Furthermore, seeing the stingy attitude of that damned girl, they wouldn't be able to extort a penny from her if they were broke.
Mo Wang, who had been quietly sitting nearby, was intrigued by the knife Bai Xiaolan was using to peel potatoes.
Liao Zhe, on the other hand, was not so quiet. At the age of four or five, he was in the peak of his naughtiness, treating a small stool as a horse and riding around the table. He eventually resorted to cursing Mo Wang, who was blocking his path, shouting "Blind man, move!" He then forcefully shoved Mo Wang away.
