Watching Joseph Lancaster take out the toys one by one from the mesh bag, Violet Zimmerman felt a bit uneasy.
"Joseph, you don't need to buy toys for Robert anymore, he's still young."
During the New Year, the red envelope for her son had a passbook with a scheduled deposit of ten thousand yuan, and she wanted to return the envelope, but Daxton Lancaster stopped her.
"What Joseph gave to Robert, just keep it, consider it as safekeeping for Robert."
Joseph Lancaster understood Violet Zimmerman's thoughts, and after placing the last toy in the box, he smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, these toys cost next to nothing, compared to the two companies my brother gave me, they aren't even a drop in the ocean."
Speaking of companies, Daxton Lancaster suddenly remembered his brother's newly opened cement factory.
"Joseph, how's the new factory? Do you need me to help you contact some clients?"
