The sun was shining brightly as they left the village committee office, and Chi Wan stretched.
Although Chi Yuanshan and Song Yinghe finally understood why the village chief had targeted them, and knew he likely wouldn't meet a good end, they still couldn't feel entirely happy.
Chi Wan, however, was taking it in stride. "Money itself is a test of character, especially without proper oversight. Let's just chalk it up as a lesson learned."
Hearing his daughter's worldly words, Chi Yuanshan finally laughed. "You little rascal. Now you're the one lecturing your mom and dad."
But Song Yinghe stood by Chi Wan. "Well, Wanwan's not wrong. If we ever donate money again, we'll have to be much more careful! Not that we have much to donate right now anyway."
Chi Yuanshan put his arm around her shoulder as they walked. "It's okay. If it really comes down to it, we can always donate some oranges, right?"
