"Beiming Lan, it seems you've been living a good life since you were young, haven't you? Do you even know what over a million means? If given to those poor workers, it would take them years to earn what you have as pocket money."
"Beiming Yu, you're comparing me to the workers? Is that a fair comparison? If I were just a child from an ordinary worker's family, I would have a complete family. I'd have a father who cares, loves me, and a virtuous mother. If I could choose, I'd rather choose a worker's family!"
Beiming Lan argued, her face flushed.
Seeing the mother-daughter dispute, Lin Zifeng remained silent.
He considered himself as having understood the relationship between the mother and daughter.
"Enough, enough. I don't want to discuss this topic with you. Take the over a million and spend it first. If it's not enough, come to me."
Evidently, as soon as the word father was mentioned, Beiming Yu seemed unwilling to talk about it, desperately avoiding it.
