Not Afraid of a God-Level Opponent, Just Afraid of a Pig-Level Teammate

The old couple never gave any money to their children. Zhiyuan had a monthly salary of 370 yuan.

With three children, a wife, the two of them, and himself, each person in the family had only 50 yuan per month to spend.

The granddaughter and daughter-in-law were both spendthrifts, so it was impossible for them to save any money.

Zhang Hanyu was stunned by the question.

"My mom's money... of course, my dad gave it to her, plus her own salary. When it wasn't enough, she went to borrow some from my grandfather, grandmother, and uncle," he hurriedly came up with an explanation.

Chief Deputy Cheng stood to the side, looking at Zhang Hanyu with an expression that seemed to be saying, "Are you serious?"

He really couldn't understand how the Zhang family had suddenly gone from a solid family to one that seemed utterly dysfunctional by the third generation.

No, it wasn't just dysfunction—it was an outright mutation!