Tan Lin leaned a little closer to Tan You. "It's about the copyright, right?"
"Mhm," Tan You nodded slightly. "It's for the copyright."
Tan Lin's eyes crinkled with a wide smile. "Your mom and I made a special trip to the newsstands and bookstores to check. It's really selling incredibly well. We went to several places and couldn't even find a single copy."
Tan You glanced at him. "Even a tightwad is willing to spend some money now?"
Tan Lin just chuckled foolishly, not the least bit offended that Tan You had called him a tightwad. He was a rather shameless person; back in the day, he would say anything to curry favor with his own second uncle.
'Poverty really does stunt one's ambition,' Tan You sighed. 'Life in this world is just too hard, especially for the poor.'
Tan Lin said brazenly, "You're my own daughter. There's nothing shameful about trying to please you."
