"With this small amount of money, even if your mother knew about it, she wouldn't say anything. Isn't it natural for a son to respect his father?"

Zheng Hua thought that with a daily income of 1,500 yuan, he would be able to save 45,000 yuan in a month, and hundreds of thousands in a month.

In the future, the Feng family changed owners, and he was able to ensure his old life by relying on his savings.

He still has a house in his hometown. Although it cannot compare with the Feng family's mansion, it can at least provide shelter from wind and rain.

From now on, he can take care of himself in his hometown, hire a nanny to take care of him, and be comfortable.

Now, it's just about making money.

"Feng Qing, if I ask for money once a month, I won't attract your mother's attention."

Zheng Hua should know that his daughter is rich.

Since his daughter has no father-daughter relationship with him, it is not easy for him to get money from Feng Qing.

It's still okay to spend a few thousand dollars in a month or a few months.

Anyway, if you can get a point, it�s a point.

"Dad, I'll give you some pocket money. We think we should tell our mother so that she won't scold us again if she finds out."

I don�t have much money, so I have to tell my relatives.

Zheng Hua glared at his eldest son and said, "I told your mother that if your mother doesn't let you give me some change, will you really not give it to me?"

"If not, we will get a certain amount of pocket money for dad, as long as dad promises not to do it again..."

Zheng Yifan remembered that his father had already committed suicide, so he stopped talking.

Zheng Hua looked unhappy.

He also knew that the eldest son was telling the truth.

After he softened his expression, he said: "It's up to you, just say it. I'm your relative. I'm old and have no source of income. Shouldn't you give me a few hundred yuan in pocket change? She Feng Yue has the nerve to stop me?"

Being angry with Fengyue, Zheng Hua even called his old wife by her first name and surname.

"Dad, I believe Mom won't stop me."

"Dad, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's go eat hot pot. The four of us will have a few drinks tonight."

Zheng Yifan changed the topic.

Zheng Hua finally got the money, and soon his sons made him happy. JrNovels.com