Chen An'an chuckled heartily.
She wiped her slightly damp curly hair, which was naturally curly, not permed.
Song Shuiqing and the others had enjoyed a feast at their brother-in-law's house since Chen Pingsheng had launched the family entrepreneurial fund.
He certainly wouldn't stop them from collecting the money, but two million wasn't a lot, and yet it wasn't a small amount either.
Whatever they wanted to do with it was none of his business.
Song Shuiqing stared at the bank card that just received two million and felt bewildered for a moment, unsure what to do next.
After all, she had been working just fine in Capital City; suddenly having to start her own business and become a boss was definitely confusing, wasn't it?
But Chen An'an had an idea. She skipped over, coughed twice, then said, "Auntie, I've enrolled in a masterclass, do you want to come and listen?"
Masterclass?
