The other kids clutched their money and immediately rushed toward the village’s little shop.
With cash in hand, how could they possibly stay overnight? Of course, they had to spend it right away and enjoy some treats.
Ye Yao Dong slung his arm over Ye Cheng Hai’s shoulder, walking behind him with a smiling face. “Still feeling down and unwilling, huh?”
Ye Cheng Hai’s lips curled up so much it looked like he could hang an oil bottle from them.
He was sulking silently.
“I’m telling you, A Yuan managed to pocket quite a bit. Over these past two weeks, he’s made more than thirty bucks—just a little less than your wages...”
Knife strike one—bringing up what hurts the most!
Ye Cheng Hai’s face darkened even further as he replied angrily, “Ah~ stop it already, Third Uncle! It’s killing me! My mom didn’t give me a single cent. I worked my butt off for half a month, and she’s as stingy as can be.”
“But your dad gave you a cent, and you didn’t even take it!”
Knife strike two!
Ye Cheng Hai felt a chill run through his heart. “Which side are you even on?”