"At the Jiang residence," Wen Jiaojiao sighed.
"But where have you been? Didn't you say you were broke? Why are you wandering around like that? Don't you know that even breathing air in Hong Kong costs money?"
Wen Zhaoye opened the door, looked at the warm, simple yellow decor inside, and walked in, saying:
"I plan to find a job, otherwise making a living will be a problem."
Wen Jiaojiao entered the house, closed the door, and said:
"Are you really broke or just pretending? You've lost so much money, and you can still laugh?"
Wen Zhaoye opened the refrigerator; it was empty. He turned around and said:
"I'm laughing because I see you're happy, but losing money is also true."
"Here, consider it a return payment." Wen Jiaojiao took out five hundred yuan from her bag, placed it on the coffee table, and asked:
"Mom, what's her reaction when she finds out I'm not her daughter?"
Wen Zhaoye sat on the sofa and said:
"I didn't give her the letter. I just said that you went to Hong Kong to be an actress and that I would come to take care of you. If she sees the TV series you're in, she'll probably be..." Despair.
He spent all his free time on set watching her, which allowed him to witness her acting skills firsthand.
Wen Jiaojiao had expected to hear Xu Cuifen scolding her, but upon hearing it, she said with a smug smile:
"There's no doubt she's happy for me."
Wen Zhaoye's smile froze: "..."
Confidence is a good thing.
I was initially worried that Xu Cuifen would brag about it everywhere, causing unnecessary trouble.
But with her acting skills, if Xu Cuifen were to say she was her daughter, she'd probably be so laughed at by the villagers that she wouldn't be able to leave the house for three years.
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