Song Jingchen shook his head helplessly as he looked at the person who was still excitedly mocking Lord Jing'an's poor health a moment ago and snoring in the next second.
"Silly girl, he's not weak. He said that because he loves his daughter."
He carefully tucked Shen Yijia in and glanced at the small bag in her arms. He reached out to help her take it away, but Shen Yijia smacked her lips and muttered in a muffled voice.
"That's a lot of money. I can take care of more husbands. Hehe."
Song Jingchen's face darkened. He pinched her face gently. "Isn't it enough to raise one? Why would you want more?"
Shen Yijia turned around and continued sleeping, hugging the bag in her arms even more tightly.
Song Jingchen smiled. It seemed that he had to work hard to be a pretty boy who spent money like water in the future.
