Xiao Linshuang refused to agree.
"Big sister, what are you talking about! What do you mean Silver is for me and the store is for me too? Our family has always been supported by your earnings, and now Second Sister earns a monthly salary at Red Smoke Pavilion; I am the only one who has been idling at home, doing nothing. Now that I can finally earn money to support the family, why don't you want my Silver?" she protested.
Seeing Xiao Linshuang pouting unhappily, Lin Yuan couldn't help but feel both amused and reassured. Indeed, the children of the poor took on responsibilities early—here was a seven-year-old already thinking of contributing to the family expenses.
"Silly little sister, what do you mean by idling? You are my sister, and it's only natural for me to earn money for you to use. Don't talk nonsense about idling!" Lin Yuan comforted her gently.
