Hearing this, Zhang Ning laughed, "Actually, I'm not that great either."

As for whether he likes Mo Yan or not, he really doesn't know.

"Would you like us to introduce you to a girlfriend? We know quite a few people."

"No, no, no, I don't have that idea for now."

The elderly folks all felt it was a real pity; why was this child so slow to learn?

That was the end of it. Later, I heard that Yu Yang was adopted by a couple who had never had children and took a great liking to Yu Yang.

As for the old lady, she was very unwilling after she found out, but she had no choice. Now she has to reflect on her actions and work every day. She began to regret hitting her grandson. If she could have held back back then, would things have been different?

Time passed slowly, and the surroundings developed faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, Xin Xin was already in the third grade.

Xin Xin is very cute now, and her grades are excellent, especially in painting. She has won many awards, and her paintings even won first prize in a competition.

Zhang Ning invested in her paintings to hold an exhibition; the young girl's words were very heartfelt.

At first, there were pictures of her parents, then her mother in the kitchen, Zhang Ning cooking, Lawyer Yang working, and many street corners. It's clear that the little girl drew them all with great feeling.

The paintings sold very well. Xin Xin loves painting and also likes to leave everything to Zhang Ning, so she recognized Zhang Ning as her godfather.

Just when everything was going well, a customer came into the shop that day, ordered a bowl of noodles, didn't eat a single bite, and looked at the shop with disgust, as if there was trash everywhere.

"You must be the boss, Mo Yan, right?"

Mo Yan could tell at a glance that the other person wasn't there for noodles. "Yes, is it because the noodles aren't to your liking?"

The woman glanced at it, then immediately took out a tissue and covered her mouth and nose. "I don't like eating out; I always feel it's not clean."

"Madam, you have to be responsible for your words. The hygiene here can withstand inspection. All my ingredients are clean and hygienic, and even the water I use is pure water from the mountains."

How is it unclean?

Seeing that Mo Yan was angry, the woman quickly said, "Why are you so agitated? I just feel that things outside are unclean, not that your place is unclean."

"Then what are you doing here? If you think it's unclean, then don't come to eat here."

“I’m here to see you. I’ve given you a check. You can fill in any amount up to 50,000. Please leave my son.”

Mo Yan: "???"

Back then, she was the one who threw money at people, wasn't she?

Mo Yan blurted out without even glancing at it.

"Who is your son? If you have money, go donate it to Project Hope or to impoverished mountain areas. Who are you trying to insult here?"

Your son is so pitiful, he's only worth tens of thousands of yuan. Even if I borrowed money, I couldn't earn that much.