The sun was fierce outside, and Xiu Xi didn't understand why she had come out. He stretched his hand over her head and frowned, "It's hot, get inside."
Ruan Jiaojiao dismissed his hand unconcernedly and negotiated with him softly, "Xiu Xi, you've stored over a thousand with me already. Keeping it here probably isn't of much use. Why don't we give it to my dad? If he makes a profit, he can share some with you. Is that alright?"
"Sure." Xiu Xi nodded. He didn't care about the money at all. It was earned for her anyway. Whatever she wanted to do with it, how could he object?
"Won't you even think about it? That's over a thousand yuan we're talking about, not just ten or eight!"
"No need, you decide." Xiu Xi repeated his stance. Seeing her little face turn red from the sun and her furrowed brows, he pulled her back into the house.
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao.
She might have encountered an antagonist to whom money was as worthless as dirt!