Qingsi was very puzzled. She had originally wanted to help her father get more pocket money, but now, not only did he not ask for more, but he even cut it by half?
The little girl scratched her head in confusion. Didn't her father say that day that he wanted her to go home and discuss with her mother if she could give him some pocket money?
She really couldn't figure it out, but she didn't think too much about it. Anyway, if her father said it was enough, it should be enough.
Yue tingfeng had achieved his goal. He lowered his head and the corners of his lips curled up into a sly smile.
He picked up some broccoli with his chopsticks for qingsi.""Qingsi, have some vegetables."
Qingsi nodded reluctantly. She didn't really like to eat this. She felt that it didn't taste good no matter how she cooked it.
