"Mom, my brother is really too stingy. As the chairman of the Sea King Group, he can't even spare two hundred bucks for me. I'm not going to help him feel things out..." Ye Qianwen pouted cutely and complained somewhat angrily.
Luo Yan glanced at her daughter Ye Qianwen and smiled slightly. She knew that her son Ye Tianchen had always been tightfisted with his sister, never giving her any pocket money from childhood to adulthood. Even now, Ye Tianchen, no longer the laughingstock of Capital City, no longer the Ye family's profligate and worthless man, was still just as tightfisted, which even she, as the mother, found speechless.
"Qianwen, go and ask your sister Ruxue. See if she has any fondness for your brother. If she does, then it's your brother's problem. If not, we really can't delay her." Luo Yan said while cleaning up the dishes and bowls.
