"Pfft~"
Tang Yue couldn't help but laugh at his serious yet slightly mischievous manner of asking about money.
"Okay." Tang Zhengde readily agreed: "Don't worry, I'll make sure you have enough money for bus fare every week."
Tang Zhengde looked at his son with affection, his sensible demeanor was particularly heart-wrenching.
Although school was still a few days away, Zhang Hualian already felt reluctant to part.
Tang Jun intentionally spoke in a childlike manner, which diluted some of the sadness of the farewell. Tang Mingli praised Tang Jun for being sensible and reminded him to do well in his exams, promising another piece of clothing if he scored well.
Tang Jun's eyes immediately lit up and said, "Uncle, I want aviator sunglasses, not clothes."
"What would a little kid like you do with aviator sunglasses?" Tang Mingli gave him a look.
