"Here take this and make sure that Mr. He doesn't interfere in my life again. I will transfer hundred Yuan every week to Grandfather He."
Mo Roulan said innocently.
Grandfather He looked at the note of hundred Yuan placed in front of him on the table speechlessly. His mustache trembled with anger when he realized what just happened.
Standing behind Grandfather He, Butler Zhang covered his mouth to stop the bursting laughter from his mouth.
His eyes looking at Mo Roulan were suddenly filled with admiration.
A very clever girl she was.
But his old man needed such a girl to show him the mirror of reality.
Mo Roulan frowned innocently when she saw that Grandfather He was not picking the note from the table at all.
