An Yunhuai had never experienced being doted on until now.
Although he was aware that this "affection" also contained an element of compensation for the past 18 years.
But this kind of familial love was something he'd yearned for and had not received in his earlier years.
An Yunhuai dropped his gaze, only to hear Su Nanzhi next to him say, "Huaihuai, our family is actually really rich. In a few days, I'll take you to get another card. From now on, your pocket money will be transferred into your account."
"No need," An Yunhuai instinctively refused, "I barely have anywhere to spend money on a regular basis, it's really not necessary."
Su Nanzhi plucked a fresh grape from the coffee table and tossed it into her mouth, which had been bought and washed by the maid that morning.
