By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
Hu Lele certainly didn't believe a single word from Chen An'an.
Not to mention her disbelief, Peng Qing felt the same—an eight-year-old little girl.
Moving into Tan Palace in her dreams? Why didn't she claim to live in the Forbidden City instead?
If it weren't for the sliver of kinship Peng Qing still harbored, under these circumstances, she would've definitely called the police by now.
"Mom, no wonder Dad didn't want you contacting those poor country relatives of ours. Look at the mess they've made of our home."
Hu Lele was extremely dissatisfied, and so was her younger brother.
He had just finished a round of "King of Glory," and now the house was practically unbearable to look at.
"Enough, start cleaning up, or there'll be hell to pay when your father comes back," she said.
"Deserves to be scolded," Hu Lele muttered, pursing her lips.