Tang Zhengde is full of hope for the future. In the past, he never dared to dream of buying a house and a shop in Jing City.
Although the shop isn't particularly big, at least it's his, regardless of whether the restaurant opens or not.
"Alright, in the future, we'll work hard to save up a dowry for Xiao Jun." Zhang Hualian was convinced by Tang Zhengde.
When Zhang Hualian mentioned this to Tang Yue, she said, "Mom, Xiao Jun and Xiao Yang are different, but I think it's already great that Dad can take out ten thousand yuan."
Zhang Hualian glanced at her and said, "Xiao Yue, when did I ever say your dad was bad?"
"Hehe." Tang Yue grinned, her beautiful eyes blinking.
"I'm fully aware of your dad's virtues, and even if Zhengde didn't take out a penny, I would have nothing to say." Zhang Hualian was clear about these things, and because of this clarity, she felt even more grateful towards Tang Zhengde.
