Hearing Lu Xining's words, the woman lifted her head in shock.
"No need, no need, it's good enough if Miaomiao can continue her schooling. We don't need the house; I have stable employment in Jingzhou with a monthly take-home pay of thirty thousand. Raising a child won't be too problematic."
In the past, when Shen Congliang earned a salary of just a thousand or two, it was mostly the woman who subsidized the household expenses.
How hard it was for a single mother to bring up a child, Lu Xining, as a mother, knew all too well.
If it weren't for Ming Yuan, Jing Zheng, and Fu Junhang's help, those initial postpartum days wouldn't have been so easy, and the life she then led with Nuonuo wouldn't have been as pleasant.
Lu Xining smiled faintly: "Keep it then."
Consider it as accumulating blessings for the child.