A scientific research genius girl transmigrates into a newborn baby!
Her father and five elder brothers, along with their five nephews, are all geared up: We must spoil her!
Can't g...
But she doesn't want to talk about it now!
Seeing this, Madam Sun didn't ask any questions. Instead, she got up and brought over a few ripe apricots: "Here, your eldest sister had Jia'an send these over. She's eating them right now. You should try some."
Naturally, Madam Sun then started talking about her grandson Jia'an: "You know, it's only been a blink of an eye, and Jia'an has grown so much! He looks just like your father!"
Jia'an is the youngest son of Miss Sun. He doesn't look like his parents, but he looks like his maternal grandfather!
This made Mrs. Sun and her husband very happy.
Especially Manager Sun, who often brought Jia'an to stay at his house, and he spent a lot of money on him.
“It’s normal for a grandson to resemble his maternal grandfather,” Miss Sun Qi casually remarked.
It's quite normal for someone to look like their maternal grandfather.
Madam Sun chuckled and sat there tidying up the cotton thread for a while before tentatively saying, "Your eldest sister said that Jia'an is not young anymore, but he doesn't like studying and prefers doing business. Your father and I are thinking of letting Jia'an try his hand at our own shop?"
Sun Qi then understood what her mother wanted to say. Suppressing her agitation, she calmly analyzed the situation for a moment and nodded, saying, "If it's as a helper, that's certainly possible. I'll pay you."
It doesn't matter whose employee you hire.
Mrs. Sun choked for a moment, then looked at her daughter reproachfully: "What kind of shop assistant? Let him come to our shop to get some experience. We're family, you can't possibly treat your nephew like a laborer, can you?"
"Didn't you want him to work as a laborer to gain experience and earn money? Why can't I order him around?" Sun Qi asked, feigning ignorance.
Madam Sun choked for a moment, then helplessly placed the thread board on the table, her expression melancholy and her tone filled with regret and resignation:
"Little Seven, you should understand what your mother means, why pretend to be ignorant?"