Hearing her child speak like this, An Xiaomian found it even more unbelievable.
She couldn't help but pat Arthur's little head: "Arthur, do you know what you're saying? Mommy knows you're definitely worried about Arno too, but you're still young. If you grow up and feel that I made you do commercials and you don't like doing that, Mommy will feel very guilty then."
Luo Keke couldn't help but interrupt: "Xiao Mian, right now Arno's life is what's most important, if we don't pay the medical bills, Arno won't be able to stay in the hospital, and then you'll feel even more guilty."
"Mommy, commercials, I like, like, Mommy, make money, for little brother..." Arthur hugged An Xiaomian's arm again and began to shake it.
An Xiaomian looked down at Arthur, feeling very conflicted.
She now had only over a hundred thousand left, with no other money to spend.
