Adrian Hawthorne grew pensive. 'So, Tang Xiaonan likes malted milk powder.' He would go to the department store tomorrow and buy a can. He remembered it cost three yuan and twenty cents a can, which was certainly expensive for an ordinary family, but not for him. In the last two months, he had earned nearly two thousand yuan selling movie photos, and he was no longer content with just that. He wanted to add other products.
"Mr. Hawthorne, can I go into the city with you tomorrow?" Tang Xiaonan looked at Adrian Hawthorne with pleading eyes. She was desperate to earn money now so she could buy a market stall in four years and live the blissful life of a landlady. Just the thought of it was wonderful.
"What would you do in the city?" Adrian Hawthorne asked, deliberately teasing her.
"I want to sell movie photos to earn money."
