The person who approached Xiao Qiao saw her potential.

The other party offered better conditions than hers to poach Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao had no other purpose in looking for her, she just wanted to tell Chu Mu about this incident.

Chu Mu thought about it and realized that, indeed, they were currently busy with the college entrance examination and did not have time to update the account regularly. However, the account was currently developing quite well and had received several small to medium-sized advertisements.

Although the money earned was not much, for Xiao Qiao, it was enough to support most of their family expenses.

Now that the account has come to a standstill, Xiao Qiao has lost most of his income.

Chu Mu had been distracted by other things before and hadn't paid attention to this side, so he didn't know how Xiao Qiao had been doing recently.

She quit WeChat and transferred 20,000 yuan to Xiao Qiao's card.

When they set up their accounts, they each linked a card to it, euphemistically calling it a salary card, and all the video dividends and advertising revenue were deposited into that card.

As soon as Chu Mu transferred the money, Xiao Qiao received a message from the bank.

He sent another message in confusion: "Why are you transferring money to me?"

Before Chu Mu could reply, the other party immediately sent an emoticon of a stick figure with his hands on his hips in anger.

"Do you think I'm complaining to you about my poverty?!"

Chu Mu looked at the words that came right after and scratched her chin.

Well... in a sense, it is... right!

Chu Mu didn't reply for a long time, and Xiao Qiao instantly became angry.

"you you you you……"

He kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Chu Mu licked his dry lips a little guiltily: "Don't be angry, I don't mean to insult you!"

Chu Mu quickly stroked the man's fur.

Although the two are only one year apart in age, Chu Mu always feels like he is coaxing an ancestor!

The variety show of Third Brother was still playing on TV. It happened to be the part where the guests were getting their rooms. Several people were talking to each other, each with their own thoughts. Chu Mu was listening to the arguments of the guests on the variety show while coaxing the angry Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao is not difficult to coax. Chu Mu only needs to take him to imagine their wonderful life after the holiday.

In short, Xiao Qiao's side was just a small episode.

When Chu Mu put down his phone, the first episode of the variety show had already ended.

Seeing that her mother seemed to be quite interested in the show, she leaned back on the sofa and picked up her phone to watch the video.

The warm evening parent-child time only lasted for the duration of one variety show.

As soon as an episode of the variety show ended, Chu's mother's phone rang.

She was feeling happy, but when she saw the caller, the smile on her face froze.

Chu Chang noticed it in time, and she asked caringly: "Mom, what's wrong?"

The hand holding the phone trembled: "It's your grandpa's number."

"what?"

Chu Mu and Chu Shang were both a little surprised.

My interaction with my grandfather started several months ago.

"Grandpa called Mom!"

After the surprise, Chu Mu was pleasantly surprised.

The father and daughter were stubbornly deadlocked for many years.

The expression on Chu's mother's face was somewhat moved, and she answered the phone.

"Hey."

There was silence for three seconds before an elderly voice came out: "Now you can't even call me dad?"

Mother Chu tightly grasped the phone, closed her eyes, and called out, "Dad."

Grandpa Fu didn't bother to think about whether Chu's mother was willing to call him "Dad". He took the initiative to call her this time because he had something serious to tell her: "Has anything happened to the Chu family recently?"

Mother Chu was a little confused and a little annoyed: "Dad! What do you mean by this?"

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