As the saying goes, a dragon has nine sons, and each is different. The moment the question left her lips, even He Peiyin herself knew it was impossible. Her four sons were all different, and the third one would never ask for money.
Growing up, if you gave him money, he'd take it. If you didn't, he'd just spend the New Year's money he'd saved up. Likewise, any New Year's money from relatives and friends became his the moment it was in his hands.
Without another word, He Peiyin left her bedroom. She saw that her second son's door was wide open, and he was inside, being ordered around left and right by his now-pregnant wife.
'What are they packing now?'
'So, the moment the family's assets are divided, they're already planning to move their things out tonight.'
'It's not like anyone's going to go into your room and steal your stuff. And moving it to a dormitory, of all places.'
