"I don't want your money."
Anning said angrily.
Xi Zhenhua rubbed his brow. "Mom, just take it as me begging you, okay? Don't make trouble. Things are expensive over in Su Hai. If you don't have money, what are you going to do there? You think hotels are free? Think Jingchen won't want you to buy stuff?"
Only then did Anning reluctantly say, "Fine, then transfer me the money."
She proudly took out the smartphone she'd just bought. "I already registered a Flying Messenger account. Add me as a friend and transfer the money to me on here."
What else could Xi Zhenhua do? He could only obediently add Anning as a friend and then transfer the money to her.
After Anning got the money, her mood improved a lot. "Hurry home. Once we're back I'll cook something good for you."
On the way back the mother and son bought some meat and stuff. Once they got home, Anning directed Xi Zhenhua to carry the trunk into her room, then dragged this brain‑dead son into the kitchen to cook.
