On the way, Shan An could no longer suppress the joy in his heart. He held his two children with both hands. They passed by a roasted chicken shop. Before he could step into the door, he shouted, "Boss, give me a roasted chicken. My child is celebrating after the college entrance examination today."
Hearing this, Shan Chen hurriedly grabbed Shan An's clothes and asked, "Dad, didn't all your money get robbed? How can you still have the money to buy roasted chicken?"
Shan An smiled mysteriously and whispered into Shan Yue and Shan Chen's ears, "Don't worry, Dad still has some private money."
Amidst the laughter, Shan Yue vaguely felt a sense of home. Just like that, the three of them slowly walked home. As soon as they entered, Sun Ling saw the roasted chicken in Shan An's hand and was immediately furious. "Who asked you to buy roasted chicken? You only earn a few dollars a month. You don't have the ability to earn it, but you're quite good at spending it."
