My Valuable Head

The room fell into silence for several minutes. Qin Lie and Ye Lingfeng, with a tacit understanding, looked up at the ceiling, pretending not to know Zhouzhou. The Commander and Zhao Xinghua looked at them with disdain.

They usually pampered the little girl so much that it had turned her into a money-obsessed child at such a young age. It was ironic, given that one was a billionaire and the other a war hero with numerous riches. How could they be so stingy?

Xi Mo's lips twitched as he tried to catch up with the little girl's train of thought. He gently explained, "Zhouzhou, the money can only be exchanged by your head."

"I know," Zhouzhou nodded, patting her head proudly. "This one hundred million head is very smart!"

Xi Mo: "......"

Okay, okay, we get it, your head is valuable. There was nothing more to say. He had forgotten the prepared speech and didn't know how to respond.