Suddenly, Sang Yu called out to Song Zhenhua.
"Uncle, I remember Aunt mentioned there might be some money at home. Why don't you give me some first? At least I shouldn't go empty-handed to Brother Jiang's house, don't you agree?"
A cunning look flickered in Sang Yu's eyes.
Song Zhenhua immediately looked at Chen Jinlan.
Chen Jinlan hurriedly said, "You're talking nonsense, when did I say that to you?"
"Aunt, look at you, you must have misheard. I said I heard you talking to Jiajia."
Chen Jinlan couldn't remember if she'd said it to Song Jiajia.
Because Song Jiajia had constantly been asking about how much money was at home recently.
Maybe she accidentally slipped and mentioned it.
Chen Jinlan felt a bit guilty, and Song Zhenhua wished he could slap her.
But in the end, he could only smile awkwardly and say, "Little Yu, the family—"
"Uncle, I heard Aunt say there's supposedly two thousand yuan at home. Can you pay me back one thousand first?
