Liu Ji took a sharp breath, unable to believe as he looked at Second Lang, such a small kid, yet he managed to earn such a big bag of copper coins and bring them home.
His own son, Liu Ji's bloodline, truly extraordinary!
"Second Lang." Liu Ji walked over, heavily patted his son's shoulder, and said with relief, "Not bad, kid, your father didn't raise you for nothing, you're making something of yourself, and you even know to bring money home."
Second Lang heard this but couldn't muster any happiness, frowning tightly, shrugging his shoulder to fling away the large hand, and dumped the copper coins in front of him, pressing his whole body over them, glaring vigilantly at Liu Ji, not allowing him to take a single cent!
Liu Ji awkwardly let out a couple of low coughs, touched his nose sheepishly, "Well, I'll go make dinner."
Da Lang put down the Yang Mei, rolled up his sleeves, "Auntie, I'll help, let's hurry."
