Choose? What is there to choose?!
Tian Xiang was speechless, turned over in bed, and didn't want to pay him any mind.
Meng Cheng'an snuggled up and hugged her, "What's wrong? Don't you want to return to work? Isn't this gift I'm giving you good enough?"
Tian Xiang: "If you handed the money directly to me, I'd be happy."
Right now, it's too difficult.
Meng Cheng'an: "I just don't want you to be envious of others."
Especially those who used to be beneath her.
Tian Xiang vaguely knew who he was referring to. He saw her watching Chang Wan's TV series that one time.
She felt a bit melancholic and he noticed it.
Tian Xiang: "Where did this money come from?"
His magazine made some money, but it couldn't possibly be this much.
Meng Cheng'an felt a bit embarrassed mentioning it, having tapped into family assets.
Tian Xiang: "If you won't tell me, I'll ask Grandpa."
This was such a big thing, and he definitely discussed it with the old man without telling her.
