Sitting beside her, Si Tu didn't even raise an eyebrow or bat an eye. Brushing off all his wife's absolute drivel, he'd always known Si Yang was reliable—so much so that he trusted her more than his own secretary like another Tuesday.
Aside from the hassle, it would cause him to send his secretary when there are so many things to handle with his company, who else could manage their family's affairs if not this dutiful daughter?
"Yang Yang, you know your father's company is expanding. So, I can't go with you. Just take this card and buy something nice for your friends when you see them."
Since this would probably be the last time, Si Tu found himself acting a bit generous and handed her a golden card with a few hundred thousand yuan on it.
A golden card? Well, this was rich.
Si Yang stared at it, her disdain barely concealed.
"T-Thanks, Dad. My friends will definitely be thrilled once they receive their presents."
