Qiaoqiao looked at him a bit bewildered.
He found it hard to understand talk about money needing to serve people and the like. But...
"Our food just needs to be steamed, does it really have to be 1000?"
Lun Chuan laughed: "Does it hurt you a lot? But the pair of shoes on your feet cost 3000 — do you think they're good?"
Qiaoqiao gaped with his mouth open, stunned.
And although Song Tan in the front passenger seat hadn't spoken all along, he had been listening. Only at this moment did he burst out laughing:
"Oh, I see your point. You think I'm too stingy to spend money, huh?"
Lun Chuan also started laughing: "I know you're quite satisfied with the current situation and have no higher material demands whatsoever. Every family has different views on life; whatever you want is fine."
"It's just that..."
He sighed slightly: "From now on, I'll buy clothes and shoes for Qiaoqiao."
He said in a low voice: "The Ultraman boxers you bought for him are losing color..."
