"Honey, did you forget that we invested forty thousand in Shuhuan's electronics factory before?"
Reminded by Pei Yang like this, Shen Mingzhu indeed recalled the matter and seemed to understand why the man was so excited.
"Shuhuan's electronics factory made money?"
"Yes!"
Shen Mingzhu also grew curious. "How much did they earn?"
"I'll tell you quietly, not letting them (the readers) know."
With that, Pei Yang leaned over to her ear and whispered a figure.
...
"Mom, hurry up."
"Coming!"
Hearing her son urging her, Pei Wenping picked up her purse and hurried out of the room.
"You didn't bring your scarf; it's cold outside."
When Chen Yi reminded her, Pei Wenping looked down at her bare chest, turned around to get it from her room, but Chen Yi stopped her, magically draping a scarf around her neck and considerately adjusting it for her.
"I can do it myself."