Old Master Mo sighed.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going to rest upstairs first," continued Mo Qishen.
"Go ahead." Old Madame Mo nodded.
"Wait a sec." Old Master Mo spoke up again.
Mo Qishen turned his head, "What's up, Dad?"
"Take this," Old Master Mo handed Mo Qishen something.
Looking at it, Mo Qishen saw it as a bank card.
"Dad, I'm not strapped for cash now," Mo Qishen returned the card to Old Master Mo.
As Old Master Mo kept a straight face, he said, "If I want you to keep it, you keep it. You've been with Yangyang recently, don't scrimp when you're out. Spend when you should spend, don't worry, we've enough money at home."
"Dad, I'm really not short of money." Mo Qishen placed the card back on the coffee table and turned to head upstairs.
Mo Qishen didn't have a job, nor did he have any savings, so, how could it be possible that he wasn't short of money?