Wang Teng had to explain for a long time before he finally made Li Xiumei accept the fact that he had earned 580 million in a month.
Li Xiumei took the phone and counted the numbers again and again. She didn't seem tired of doing it.
I guess my mother is a money lover!
Wang Teng thought to himself helplessly as he stood at the side. In the afternoon, he decided to stay at home to accompany Li Xiumei.
After what she experienced, even if Li Xiumei remained calm on the surface, Wang Teng could tell that her heart wasn't as peaceful as her face.
Li Xiumei didn't say anything, so Wang Teng wouldn't bring it out directly.
His mother had her pride too.
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Yan Qing staggered as he walked on a small path in the mountain. His wound had stopped bleeding, but his face was extremely pale because of the loss of blood.
He carried his broken arm in his left hand and gritted his teeth as he walked up the mountain.