Adkins walked up to his dad, a little panda in his arms. “Dad, can we assume the responsibility to raise pandas?”

“No,” Matthew refused directly.

Boswell asked in confusion, “Dad, the man over there said all we need is money. A lot. So why not?”

“Because you don’t have any money,” Matthew replied bluntly.

The brothers looked at each other. Adkins said, “I can give you an IOU. It’s only a million. C’mon, say yes! I’ll pay you back double!” They had asked the staff member. He said that if they wanted to raise a panda, they needed to pay a million dollars upfront. That ensured they could keep the panda, and not have to surrender it when it got old.

Their father shook his head vigorously. “When you can earn your own money, then you can save up for a panda.” Erica advised Matthew to set aside some funds for their sons to marry. So, he couldn’t waste money now.

At this moment, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a baby panda munching on some bamboo, Colman came over. “Hey Boswell. What are you talking about?”

“We want to raise a panda. Dad said no, because we don’t have the money,” Boswell explained.

A disdainful smile appeared on Colman’s face. “I see. That’s not hard, you know? It’s just money. We don’t need him! We can make money on our own!”

Matthew was too rich. The boys thought it was better to spend more time with their grandparents and there was no need for them to make money. But now it seemed they had to.

Colman called Damian over. “Damian, come here. We got something to talk about!”

Matthew raised his eyebrows and sat next to them, listening to his kids discussing how to make enough money to get a panda.

Colman spoke first. He told his brothers casually, “I’m not worried. I can make tons of cash. Uncle Sheffield taught me. He makes tens of millions for a few lines of code. I can do that. It can’t be that hard, right?”

Boswell let go of the panda and rubbed his chin. The panda ran off to go play. “I spent my allowance money on stocks. They shot up in value since then. If I sell now, I’ll have enough for two pandas.”

Pandas were endangered, thanks to humans destroying their habitat. So one was probably enough.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Adkins smiled mysteriously. “I have som

mpletely disappeared, replaced by the cuteness of a three-year-old child.

On the fifth floor of the Alioth Building

It was dinner time. Adkins asked the bodyguards to wait at the door. He pushed the door open and entered the VIP private room.

Jennifer Zheng had been there for more than ten minutes, and seven or eight cold dishes already adorned the table.

Watching the boy walk in, Jennifer Zheng was astonished. For a moment, she almost thought she was really looking at Matthew! When she came to her senses, she stood up and greeted him with a smile, “Hi, Adkins. How are you?”

The boy nodded politely, “Good evening, Aunt Jennifer! I’m happy.”

She sighed in her mind, ‘He’s definitely a Huo. He’s got the looks, and really is a polite little gentleman.’ “Good evening, sweetie. Come and sit down!”

Without hesitation, Adkins sat down next to her.

She smiled and asked, “Adkins, would you like anything to drink?”

“Lime honey water, please.” He ordered this every time he came to this restaurant.

“Okay.”

During the meal, Jennifer Zheng took good care of him. She picked fish bones out of his bowl for him, picked up food, and asked him about school.

Finally, he was full, his little belly bulging. He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. Chin in his hands, he looked at the woman gloomily. “Aunt Jennifer, can I ask you a question?”

She put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth elegantly with a tissue. “Sure!”

“Do you know how much it costs to raise a panda?”