His bloodline was just a little different, and his IQ was just a little higher, but he was still a child!
"Can't you just inherit your father's wealth when the time comes? He has more money than he could ever spend, anyway."
"That won't do. I'm a man too, so of course I have to earn my own money." Xiao Jin refused firmly.
Su Qiao: "..."
There really were fools in this world who didn't want free money—and one of them was her own son.
Had she educated him too successfully?
Su Qiao patted his thin shoulder. "That's the spirit. I support you."
In any case, once they left, the inheritance would still be given to him.
It was good that he wanted to work hard for himself before then.
"Madam, we'll head downstairs first."
Quinn was very efficient. In less than half an hour, he had covered the entire upstairs floor with expensive, thick carpeting.
Su Qiao nodded slightly. "All right, thank you."
"Mommy, I'll go back to my room and study ways to make money."
Only after seeing the outsiders leave did Xiao Jin feel safe enough to go upstairs.
Su Qiao smiled and rubbed his head. "Go ahead."
*
Su Qiao sat on the living room sofa, watching television while waiting for someone. But even after ten o'clock, the man still hadn't returned.
Kaitles hadn't come back. Instead, a group of people from the wolf clan arrived.
Led by an elder of the wolf clan, the group consisted of eight people—both men and women.
After darting out of the woods, they headed straight for the Little White House by the edge of the forest.
Hearing the commotion, Su Qiao hurried outside.
When she saw the black shadows charging over in the distance, she knew that what was