Xiaocao didn’t agree with her views. Didn’t people earn money just to spend them? If people weren’t willing to spend money, then there was no point in earning money. But she didn’t argue with her mother. She intended to proceed step-by-step to slowly and subtly influence her mother.

At this moment, they suddenly heard a series of rowdy noise coming from afar outside the door, and then a rushed knocking sound came from the door. The family, who were currently eating lunch, glanced at each other and wondered who knocked on the door so urgently.

“I’ll go open the door!” Xiaocao said as she put down her chopsticks. She ran to the door and saw an anxious Qian Wen who was about to knock on the door again. With red and swollen eyes, Little Shitou was still wiping his tears ceaselessly as he stood behind him.

Xiaocao was alarmed inwardly and hastily asked, “Brother Xiaowen, Shitou, what happened? It isn’t a break today.”

Seeing his older sister, Little Shitou, who had endured his feelings of fear and panic during this whole time, finally burst into tears. He choked with sobs and said, “Second… Second Sister, Eldest Brother… Eldest Brother, he’s… he’s dying!”

“What? What’s wrong with Eldest Brother? Don’t cry and speak slowly!” When Xiaocao heard his words,...