Fang Pingying naturally had her own plans; once there, far from the emperor, the decision on how to arrange things would definitely be hers to make.
So, she couldn't be bothered to bicker with Zhou Yunmei, simply giving a noncommittal response, "Mom, you really need to calculate this money properly, how much I should actually send back to you."
After a pause, she added nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'll send as much as I should, I won't short you a penny."
"You..." Zhou Yunmei caught the implication in Fang Pingying's words and was about to speak, but Luo Dashan cut her off.
Luo Dashan looked at her with a slight frown, "The kids are leaving tomorrow, can we not fight today? After dinner, fry some pastries or something for them to eat on the way, or prepare some stuff for them to take to Zhiyong. What's the point in quarreling all day at home?"