In the afternoon, Jing Xiaocha followed Zhang Minghui home and found Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan waiting at the door of the apartment where they lived.

A hint of surprise flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes. Zhang Jinlei could find the school, he could believe that he said it himself at noon. You guessed that Zhang Minghui might be in the same school as Zi Yi and others.

But he found his home in the afternoon and was really capable.

"Xiao Cha, Xiao Hui, we have been waiting for you here for a long time." Wang Huanhuan stepped forward with a smile and spoke intimately.

"Didn't you agree to come at noon?"

The person who said this was Zhang Minghui. Lawyer Li had an agreement with them at noon.

Rather than talking about it, it is better to say that under the various coercion and inducement of Lawyer Li, Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan promised to give up Zhang Minghui's custody and let him live with Jing Xiaocha.

Of course, Mo Xiuchen gave him a benefit and found a job for Zhang Jinlei.

And Wang Huanhuan already has a job.

Zhang Jinlei also laughed with her, "Xiao Cha, we have something to look for you."

"How did you find this place?" Jing Xiaocha asked lightly.

Zhang Jinlei's eyes flashed, "We accidentally learned that you live here."

Jing Xiaocha's face darkened, "If you don't tell me how you found this place and who told you that I live here, then you don't have to talk to me about any serious matters."

She didn't tell Zhang Jinlei that she lived here.

Let them know that her residence has been entangled for less than three or five days. Thinking of this, Jing Xiaocha couldn't help but frown gently.

Seeing that Jing Xiaocha had a stern face, but she didn't let them in, she really couldn't get in, so she had to say truthfully, "We went to Xingxia Film and Television Company, which was told by Jin Zheyu's sister Jin Fengjiao."

"What are you doing there?"

Jing Xiaocha's face became even more ugly, and she knew that once Zhang Jinlei was released from prison, she could not live a quiet life.

"We didn't know where you live, so we had to go to your workplace to find you, and then we met the woman. She told us that you live here and we'll come here to wait for you."

"Let me tell you what's up here."

Jing Xiaocha would not be so stupid that he led them into the house. Zhang Minghui could learn well, but Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan and Jing Xiaocha were not interested in whether they learned well.

"Xiao Cha, can you tell Mr. Mo and ask him to arrange a more relaxed job for me. The job is too hard and I can't bear it."

"A man is a real man, why can't you do the work that others can do? Didn't you say you still have to earn money to go to school?"

Before Jing Xiaocha could speak, Zhang Minghui asked questions first.

Zhang Jinlei was asked by his son and looked a little embarrassed, "Son, I haven't worked for too long and I'm not used to it all at once. Besides, Dad, if I work more easily, I can earn more money so that you can live a better life."

"I don't need you to support me. As long as you can work honestly and stop doing illegal things, I will be very satisfied."

Although Zhang Minghui was a child, during the period when Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan were imprisoned, he was often ridiculed and bullied by other children.

The child's self-esteem makes him feel that it is extremely embarrassing for his parents to go to prison.

"Xiaohui, if we have money, we will definitely raise you."

At noon, they said they didn't want Zhang Minghui's custody in front of Zhang Minghui.

Wang Huanhuan also said, "Xiaohui, your father and I don't have money now and cannot let you live a good life. If your father has a good job and earn more money, then our family of three can live happily together."

"He wants a good job and let him work hard on his own. If he has that ability, he doesn't need to ask his aunt to ask Uncle Mo for help."

"Xiaohui, I'm all for you, how can you say that to me? Didn't your aunt become the screenwriter because of your Aunt Wen and Uncle Mo?"

Zhang Jinlei retorted dissatisfiedly.

"Don't talk nonsense. My aunt is based on her ability, not the light of Aunt Wen and Uncle Mo." Zhang Minghui gave Jing Xiaocha and his maintenance.

However, the more this happens, the more uncomfortable Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan feel. They are the seeds of jealousy and resentment, and they slowly take root and sprout.

"Jin Lei, don't be skeptical about children."

Wang Huanhuan was afraid that they would make her son more disgusted with them, so she reluctantly smiled, "Xiaohui, your father was just a slip of the tongue. It was not that your aunt was not capable, but that interpersonal relationships are very important now, so that there is a backstage so that you can work less."

"Yes, that's what I mean, just like you can go to aristocratic school."

"Everything Xiaohui got today is also achieved through his efforts. If he had no progress or change as he did before, he would not be able to go to school."

Jing Xiaocha's voice coldly interrupted Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan's words.

"Even if Mr. Mo gives you a better job, you don't have the ability to do it. Why not work diligently in your current job? Don't even look down on you in the end."

“…”

Zhang Jinlei looked at Jing Xiaocha with a stammering look.

After all, he was still considering the child and didn't want to break up with Jing Xiaocha.

In the end, the two left reluctantly.

After taking a few steps, Wang Huanhuan returned and took out a ten-yuan bill and stuffed it to Zhang Minghui. "Xiaohui, mom has no money now. I will give you ten yuan first. Go and buy some delicious food. Mom pays her salary and then give you more money."

Zhang Minghui was stunned for a moment when he looked at the wrinkled ten dollars, and seemed to have never expected that his parents would really give him money.

Subconsciously, he looked up at Jing Xiaocha. He was asking her whether she wanted the money or not.

Jing Xiaocha was also a little surprised. Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan had just been released from prison for not many days, so they would not have much money.

Seeing Zhang Minghui looking at him, Jing Xiaocha said gently, "Xiaohui, your parents have not paid their salary yet, don't ask for their money, give it back to your mother and let them keep it for themselves."

"You keep the flowers yourself, I don't need them."

Zhang Minghui spoke in a stiff tone, and while speaking, he pushed the money in his hand to Wang Huanhuan.

"Son, but this is my mother's will. Be good, you hold the flowers." Wang Huanhuan looked sad as if she was kind and mom.

Zhang Minghui couldn't help but frown. After all, he was a child. "I can make money myself, and I earn more than you. I don't want this money."

"What money will you make, you are a kid."

Wang Huanhuan's eyes flashed and she said with distress.
Chapter completed!