"Mommy, I haven't seen grandpa and grandma for so long! I miss them!"
No sooner had Chu Tianye said this than Chu Xiaomeng, clutching her dinosaur stuffed animal, timidly said, "You just want to see if Grandma has been slacking off, don't you? Whether she's been making money for you?"
The little one had improved a lot with social anxiety since starting special kindergarten.
Although still silent around strangers, when fewer people were around, she was more talkative than before—a clear improvement.
Chu Tianye still had that tycoon demeanor. Hearing Chu Xiaomeng's words, he wasn't angry and chuckled, "Grandma is so good at making money, she definitely won't let me down!"
Chu Yu silently sighed upon hearing this.
One with social anxiety, one obsessed with wealth—Mom can only rely on him.
He looked at Shen Bijun driving the car with sympathy and said, "Mom, when I turn eighteen, I'll get my driver's license right away. Then, I can drive for you."
