"I've been drawing illustrations online and made a little money."
Gu Weijing thought for a moment and decided to reveal a little.
It's always necessary to choose a few people to trust.
Uncle Ah Lai should be a very trustworthy person, with both vision and principles.
"A little money? Mr. Gu, one million dollars is not a little money; that's a lot, a whole lot of money." Uncle Ah Lai seemed unusually inclined to tease.
Only in his deep and steady tone.
The tease also sounded unhurried, like an old monk reciting scriptures.
"Do your family members know?" the driver asked again.
"No, they don't. I'm not sure how to bring it up, and I don't know how to explain that I made money and then donated it all... You should understand what I'm saying; these things are always hard for the elders to comprehend."
