When it comes to money, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling's vigilance is off the charts. No wonder Ji Weitian feels comfortable letting a four-year-old milk baby manage the house.
This little housekeeper is likely a Pixiu, only taking in, never giving out.
"Dad doesn't want your money, I just want to check if the check is still with you. Did mommy take it when she left today? Take a look."
"Mommy definitely didn't take it. She has cards on her, and I already gave her this month's allowance..." Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling, convinced that Qin Nanyu wasn't after her money, trusted her dad and climbed out of his embrace to rummage through her little backpack at the head of the bed.
She continued to mutter, defending Ji Weitian.
She was halfway through speaking when she suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?"
Qin Nanyu tensed up, leaned forward, and looked into her backpack.
He discovered that the place where the check was supposed to be was now empty.
