Yan Lin had a string of question marks above her head.
So, by acknowledging a goddaughter, I inadvertently demoted myself? This deal... feels a bit like a loss.
"Lele, if you keep being naughty, you won't get any ginger slice candy."
"I was wrong, Lin Xu," Geng Lele said. "Really, from the bottom of my heart, I was wrong. How about I write a thousand-word self-criticism? I have a lot of experience in this—I helped more than twenty classmates with theirs in high school..."
Chen Yan asked curiously, "How did you help people with that? By doing good deeds?"
"No, it was for money. I charged a minimum of two hundred yuan per paper, and the more heartfelt and profound the content, the higher the price. The most I made for one was two thousand yuan."
This time, it was the adults present who were stunned.
"Do kids these days have that much pocket money?"
"The social climate really has a significant impact on children, exposing them to the power of money at such a young age."
