The voice on the other end of the phone was not Chu Xiner's crisp tone, but that of a middle-aged woman with a slightly sycophantic and warm tone!
It was his own little aunt.
Chu Mo seemed to be able to picture his little aunt snatching the phone from Chu Xiner's hands, and could even imagine the look of helplessness on Xiner's little face!
"Little Aunt, let the little cousin come back in the future, always working out of town isn't ideal. The ten million I sent with Xin'er is my manuscript fee. Let the little cousin come back, buy him an apartment in the county town, get him a storefront, so he can find a good girl and live a stable little life there. It wouldn't be too bad."
"Yes, yes, yes! Your cousin has it hard working out there. He works like a machine in the factory for over a dozen hours a day, and after a whole year, he hardly saves any money. We had no choice before, but now things are better, now they are...!"
