"Hubby, it's all thanks to the Yuan family being rich that they didn't ask us back for the money after the commotion caused by that mentally retarded son."
Liu Fang touched the 20,000 yuan in her hand as if it was a treasure.
"No matter what, since they don't want it anymore, the 20,000 yuan will belong to our family. You have to keep it well. We don't have many chances to get so much money again."
Yun Gang originally did not care about these small profits, but things were different now.
"Hubby, you say that our family has some savings now. Why don't we learn from them and start a small business?! I really don't want to continue weaving fans at home. Moreover, it's winter now, so the sales of this fan are not that good. We can only weave some mats, but weaving mats is really tiring."
Liu Fang took out her hands and looked at the wounds on them that were cut by the bamboo. She complained.
