"Mom, why did Madam Han give us another silver note?"
After laughing enough, Zhao Xiaohua couldn't wait to ask.
"Do you think their son is worth only fifty taels? Can they be happy about that? Didn't Madam Han mention, her son is a pupil, with a promising future ahead. Isn't this basically an insult?" Meng Yao explained.
Zhao Xiaohua was puzzled, "I didn't mean that! I was just expressing that Han Muchi is valuable."
"A beautiful misunderstanding," Meng Yao said.
"Then this silver note..." Zhao Xiaohua blinked, "Should I return it and explain?"
"I think Madam Han would prefer not to see you," Meng Yao replied.
"Why so petty? It's just a proposal rejection! But I can't compromise myself just to please her. We're not even related, why should I?" Zhao Xiaohua muttered.
"As Madam Han said, in the future, Han Muchi is definitely not a creature confined to a small pond. Xiaohua, do you really..." Meng Yao asked.
