Ye Zixuan noticed that Wang Hao's expression was slightly off and blinked curiously before asking, "Uncle, what are you thinking about?"
Of course, Wang Hao wouldn't dare share the dirty thoughts in his mind with Ye Zixuan. He struck a thinker's pose and said, "Girl, what you said is right, one mustn't keep ill-gotten gains. I'm thinking about how to deal with this money."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Zixuan replied, "Uncle, why not donate it to the Project Hope? The children in the mountains are lacking clothes and food, and they can't even afford to go to school. It's so sad!"
"Okay, let's go with what you said and donate it to Project Hope!" Upon hearing Ye Zixuan's suggestion, Wang Hao didn't think twice and agreed right away.
Ye Zixuan giggled, revealing two shallow dimples, "Hehe, Uncle, you're so nice!"
Though Ye Zixuan's dimples contained no wine, they intoxicated Wang Hao nonetheless.
"Girl, then I'll entrust the handling of this money to you!"
