"I'm not fooling around. I'm making money." Chen Meng'er took a sip of the milk on the table and corrected Jin Minhua.
"Making money? Ha, little friend, you're not making money. You're just playing with Jin Minhua, aren't you?" After Wei Zhijian heard Chen Meng'er's words, his frustration disappeared. His mood suddenly changed.
Chen Meng'er ignored Wei Zhijian. She only looked up at Wei Zhijian. Calling her little friend, she still felt that Wei Zhijian's mental age was suitable for this title.
"Meng'er, although your grandfather is quite rich and that money isn't in your grandfather's eyes, this is still money after all. Your grandfather worked hard to earn it bit by bit." Jin Minhua was earnestly trying to persuade her.
