"Who wants money?"
"Grandma,"
"How much!" Zhao Wensheng's tone was dropping level by level.
The sound made the little fellow across him, with his little heart, start thudding—he feared Fox Dad was about to blow up. So, in a gradually lowered childlike voice: "What I heard was, a hundred thousand, fifty thousand."
Wow, a hundred thousand, fifty thousand. His mother-in-law was shamelessly opening her mouth wide like a lion. His wife hadn't mentioned a single word to him; it seemed she planned to use her own private money and then skimp and save to fill the void of supporting her family. If his mother-in-law was indeed in trouble, he wouldn't object to his wife doing so. However, as far as he knew, Jiang's mother was not lacking money at all. Jiang's mother's workplace had money, and Jiang's father had put all the money under Jiang's mother's control. Where had all that money gone?
