"Are you asking for pocket money?"
Jiang Chen asked.
Martial Saint ignored him, unexpectedly saying, "Isn't there a big business over at that small place?"
Jiang Chen was surprised, "Who told you that?"
He realized.
"Your sister?"
Lan Peizhi must have talked to this kid over the phone.
"My sister didn't say anything."
Afraid of misunderstanding, Martial Saint immediately explained, "I guessed."
"What did your sister tell you?"
Jiang Chen chuckled, "Did she ask you to think it over?"
"There's nothing to think about, I've agreed to it. It's not easy for me to get out here, how can I just go back?"
At the edge of the garden, Martial Saint looked out over the extremely luxurious residential area, and the Great East Sea glittering even in the night.
"Did your sister get angry?"
"Why would she get angry? My sister, most of the time, is very democratic."
Democratic.
Look at the use of that adjective.
This kid sure is emotionally intelligent.
