Little Xiaxia liked Little Jiajin too much, as well as Xiao Bao and Jun Shiling. She hugged her doll and rolled around the bed happily. "I want to eat cake tomorrow. Brother, can you buy it for me?"
Little Jiajin thought of the remaining balance in his storage jar and frowned helplessly.
Originally, with the pocket money given by various parties, he could be considered a small rich man. However, ever since Little Xiaxia came to the manor, Little Jiajin's pocket money had decreased rapidly.
It was not that Little Xiaxia had taken the initiative to ask Little Jiajin for something, but that Little Xiaxia was too cute.
Little Jiajin had always wanted to be a brother who doted on his sister, so he kept buying all sorts of things for Little Xiaxia. As it happened so many times, Little Jiajin was poor.
He calculated that he still had about a hundred yuan in his storage jar and could barely buy two cakes for Little Xiaxia.
