Yang PeiMin felt helpless, "Well, just give me the money when you earn it in the future."
Pan Shuiqin held her hand, "No, you are about to leave soon. It's necessary to have a bit more money with you. Here, take this and don't worry. Although your cousin doesn't have much, I managed to save a bit from the dividends in the past few months, along with some other funds, so I can afford it. You don't have to worry about me. We haven't divided our household, everything is from the public fund, and there's nothing much to spend on."
"Your cousin is right. Even though there are several months left before the child is born, by then, I believe we can earn this money back. Don't worry about us."
Since they all said this, Yang PeiMin had no choice.
She accepted half of what she had cut down, 50 yuan.
Zhao ManCang and Pan Shuiqin were both down-to-earth, capable, adaptable, and loyal. Yang PeiMin had high hopes for them.
