Zhou Xiaozheng woke up early to see his daughter smiling all day, and he patted her on the head. How wonderful his Jiao Jiao was, showcasing the great genes of their family.
Zhou Jiao leaned over to her father's ear and whispered, "Dad, prices have skyrocketed. Even rice bran is selling for three yuan a pound. Haha, made over three hundred yuan this morning."
Zhou Xiaozheng saw his daughter smiling like a little mouse that had just nabbed some oil. Speechless, he could only advise, "My dear, we are an intellectual family, don't inherit your grandmother Gu Family's ways."
The Gu Family had countless treasures in just one of their secret rooms, they were unscrupulous merchants — Zhou Xiaozheng couldn't imagine his daughter calculating with an abacus.
Yes, she shouldn't be like his mother, living so strenuously.
