"All right, boss, I'll come up with a plan tomorrow and send it to your office."
Mo Jingchun nodded. "If there's nothing else, go back to your table and keep your wife and kid company."
......
The most nerve‑racking, exciting part of the annual party: the raffle. But sitting below the stage, Candy could only stare longingly.
"Bro, why aren't you and Sis‑in‑law drawing lots? You two aren't like me, I hit the grand prize every time."
Eating fruit, Mo Jingchun shot Candy an annoyed look and countered, "What if we get absurdly lucky and end up drawing the grand prize?
Our family doesn't need those prizes anyway, so why bother? Better not draw and keep things quiet, right, honey?"
"Whatever you say." Li Xuanyu smiled.
"Bro, I just learned a new idiom."
"Want to know what it is?"
Seeing Candy's smug expression, Mo Jingchun gave a dismissive chuckle.
"You're trying to say 'the husband sings, the wife follows,' aren't you?"
Looking at her brother, Candy froze on the spot.
