Chapter 42 Feeling Sorry for the Money

"Bang!"

The new door, only two days old, was kicked open by Shen Cheng.

The loud noise startled Shen Zhongming, who was in the kitchen slaughtering a chicken. His hand trembled, and the cleaver flew out.

As it landed, the flat side of the knife just hit his foot.

"Ouch! Ah ah ah..."

A pitiful wail echoed from the kitchen.

Shen Cheng walked into the kitchen and saw Shen Zhongming squatting on the ground, clutching his foot and wailing.

The noise was so piercing that she couldn't help but want to knock him out to silence him.

After a while, Shen Zhongming finally caught his breath: "Girl, can't you be a bit more gentle with our new door?"

The door cost 1,800 yuan, and if it got kicked in again, it would break his heart.

Shen Cheng glanced at him, "Heart aches for money, huh."

As expected, no one knows a father better than his daughter. Shen Zhongming, supporting himself on the counter, stood up with a sigh: "How can I not feel the pinch? That's five million—"