Split What Money?

Zhang Yao asked, "Did you get the money?" I'm in a hurry!"

When Wei Zhenghao was asked about the money, his expression suddenly became awkward. "My mother doesn't have any money, she really can't take out so much money. Why don't we take it slow? There's still some time before school starts!"

When he spoke, he didn't even dare to look at Zhang Yao's face.

After all, Zhang Yao had lived with him for so many years, and she could tell that Wei Zhenghao was lying.

Presumably, he had hit a nail on the head on Zhu Qiulian's side.

"Wei Zhenghao, you've really disappointed me! If you don't want to give it to me, why are you saying such things? It was only 300 Yuan. I don't want your money anymore, but don't even think about getting close to Wenwen in the future. She doesn't need a father who can't even bear to give her 300 Yuan."

Zhang Yao pretended to be angry and turned around to leave.