"You're earning money yourself?" Mo Ang snorted, clearly in disbelief.
Yu Ziqian responded defiantly, "I am earning money myself, and I've already made a lot."
"Hmph..." Mo Ang chuckled, his voice full of affection for the child. "The money you earned must be from the New Year's red envelopes your elders gave you, right?"
"No, it's not!" Yu Ziqian retorted more forcefully.
"Oh? If not, then I'm curious, where did you earn your money from?" Mo Ang asked.
An Ning, even more shocked than Yu Jingchen, asked, "Qianqian, tell Mom, where did you earn money from? How come I've never heard about it?"
What worried a mother was whether her child had gone astray or asked classmates for money.
Yu Ziqian looked at his mother and fell silent. "..."
"Speak up, where did you get the money?" An Ning pressed on.
"This is my privacy. I don't want to tell Mom just yet!" Yu Ziqian said, keeping a secret.
