Thinking of this, his heart became resolute.
However, Zhang Honglei was well aware that his mom had just recently brought him five thousand yuan to school and that he had also taken a thousand yuan from her drawer. There was no way she would give him money if he asked for it tonight.
But he could go to the company to ask for money. If she refused, he could cause a scene in the office, preventing her from working, and she would definitely give him the five thousand yuan.
Although he knew this method could get him the money.
Zhang Honglei still had a conscience, after all. Conscience and greed weaved constantly within his heart, and he became increasingly conflicted.
...
At noon, after Li Zhiyan arrived at the clothing store,
Jiang Xian was already frying dishes in the kitchen.
"Auntie Jiang, that smells delicious!"
"Hmm, Xiao Yan, you're here,"
Jiang Xian gently touched Li Zhiyan's face.
"You've been quite free these days."
