The next day.
At the breakfast table.
Martial Saint didn't seem very hungry and barely ate. He kept looking up at the guy across from him, about to speak but hesitated. Finally, he couldn't hold back and spoke up.
"Jiang Chen, can we discuss something?"
Jiang Chen had actually noticed the kid's unusual behavior earlier but pretended not to see.
Priorities can't be reversed.
A child is just a child.
No matter how mature, they can't have a complete understanding of right and wrong like an adult. If given too much attention, they might develop a self-centered habit, becoming spoilt.
"Let's hear it."
"Can you lend me some money?"
It was a bit awkward to ask for a favor. The kid's voice softened, losing some of its bravado.
"What do you need the money for?"
Jiang Chen asked naturally. It takes courage to talk about money; as long as you're alive, where would you not need money?
