"That's right!" Yangyang fondled his little purse, thinking he'd surely get quite a bit of silver later. His little face was practically glowing with joy.
Yang Chuxia saw this and beckoned him over.
"Mother, what do you want to tell me?"
Yang Chuxia put her hand on his shoulder and bent down to whisper, "Son, secretly tell Mom, how much pocket money do you have?"
Yangyang immediately became alert, blinking his eyes, "Mom, why are you asking this? You're not planning to cut off my allowance, are you?"
"Ahem, no way."
"Oh oh, that's good!"
Yang Chuxia speechlessly patted his little head. Was she really that stingy? She wouldn't skimp on his little allowance.
"Then why are you asking how much money I have?" Yangyang hadn't forgotten about it. He felt like his little money was somehow getting coveted.
Yang Chuxia initially just wanted to tease him, so she laughed and said, "Well, son, you're a filial child, aren't you?"
