Xu Shengwu rubbed his sister's little head and nodded, "I'll be driving off this afternoon, take this with you."
Xu Ying looked curious as she inspected the small cloth bundle in her hands. She opened a small gap and, upon seeing what was inside, her mouth fell open in shock, "Brother, did you rob a bank?"
Her brother only earned fifty-eight yuan per month, gave thirty-eight to their mother, and kept twenty for food and drink. Sometimes he even bought her clothes and shoes; he simply couldn't save any money. Moreover, he had only been working for less than two years, even if he didn't eat or drink, he couldn't have saved up that much.
Xu Shengwu gave his sister a glare and tapped her forehead, "What are you thinking? Your brother isn't that reckless."
"Then how did you get the money?" Xu Ying's face was stern, worried that her brother had done something foolish.
"I earned it myself," Xu Shengwu said proudly.
