At the thought that Lu Qingye could give her 20 million yuan so casually while Lu Qianling's monthly allowance was only 2,000 yuan, Meng Chuyuan was a little surprised.
She thought that Lu Qingye would be generous and dote on his younger siblings, but it seemed that he did not.
Meng Chuyuan did not feel that she had suffered a loss. Instead, she smiled and replied, "Your brother is so biased."
Lu Jinsen could guess what she meant. He pursed his lips and returned to his room with a cold expression.
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When Meng Chuyuan woke up and went downstairs, she was surprised to find Madam Lu at home.
Madam Lu sat on the sofa in the living room with a pile of yarn beside her. She was holding a needle in her hand and had even put on a pair of glasses for the sake of knitting. She looked exceptionally serious, but she did not seem to have found a way to weave the yarn.