บท 191: Deducting Pocket Money

After pondering for a while, Fu Hanchuan finally decided to let Lu Ming off.

Without uttering another word, he logged off.

Lu Ming let out a sigh of relief.

Shutting down the computer, he collapsed onto the bed, completely motionless.

The next morning, when Lu Ming went downstairs to have breakfast with Old Master Lu.

While sipping his porridge, Old Master Lu casually remarked, "By the way, Lu Ming, your pocket money for the next two months is completely docked."

Lu Ming: "..."

The bun he was chewing on got stuck in his throat.

He coughed violently.

Old Master Lu shot him a disdainful glance, "Even when eating, you're such a mess. I wonder which girl would ever marry you."

Old Master Lu couldn't go a day without belittling Lu Ming; it was almost a necessity for him.

Every day, he would seize the opportunity to scold him.