Chapter 1102 - 1110: Not Lacking

Yelling at the top of his lungs, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Everyone get up, we have to make Bright Sampton treat us to a breakfast that averages at least fifty per person! This guy is stinking rich, first thing in the morning he received 100,000 bucks for pocket money! Pocket money, I tell ya, pocket money!"

Bright Sampton didn’t react in time, and by the time he chased after them, that loudspeaker had already spread the news of him receiving 100,000 bucks of pocket money early in the morning to the entire team.

Even the Aunt who came early in the morning to clean for everyone heard it clearly on the first floor.

"Give me back my mobile phone!" Bright Sampton reached out and snatched back his mobile phone.

"In our eyes, 100,000 is savings, in some people’s eyes, 100,000 is a balance, but in the eyes of certain people, 100,000 is just pocket money. Poverty really has limited my imagination." The boy, who seemed to cling to Bright Sampton like a tender little bird, shook his arm, "Young Master Sampton, do you need a boyfriend? The kind who might not look very handsome but is really good at acting cute to win your favor."

"Disgusting, get lost," Bright Sampton forcefully pulled back his hand, but the other person clung to him like an octopus.

"If you don’t need a boyfriend, why don’t you ask your sister for me if she needs a younger brother? One who isn’t particularly handsome but could be redeemed with some plastic surgery, and is especially good at acting cute to win her favor—does she want one?"

Bright Sampton was so amused that he lost his temper and flaunted his mobile phone, "Sorry, my sister is fine with having just one younger brother, she doesn’t need another."

"I hate it! God owes me a sister like that!" The boy looked at Bright Sampton unwillingly, "Good sisters, they’re always someone else’s. A sister who can hit people, that’s your own, what a sad reality."

"Listening to your nonsense," Bright Sampton turned and went back to his room with his mobile phone, only then did he open the text message to see what Jane Sampson had sent him.

Suddenly, his heart felt warm again.

He had grown so well, yet his sister was still worried about him, just like when he was little.

In his sister’s heart, he guessed he would forever be a little brat who couldn’t grow up.

Since he didn’t have money in his hand, he was certainly not going to spend money extravagantly.

One should live according to one’s means and earn accordingly.

In many places, even people who can’t earn one thousand bucks a month manage to live well, don’t they?

If Bright Sampton could only earn ten bucks, then he’d stretch those ten bucks to last the whole month.

Spending power should match earning power; that’s the clear way to live life.

So the money Jane Sampson had sent him, unless something unexpected occurred, Bright Sampton didn’t plan to touch it.

Moreover, being away from home for one month—with food and lodging taken care of, just buying some daily necessities—Bright Sampton thought he could still cover his daily expenses with his salary.

However, Bright Sampton still sent Jane Sampson a message back.

Thank you, sister! —Bright Sampton.

Because it had snowed today, filming was harder than usual.

James Chip was actually pleased all day long because the natural snowfall meant saving a considerable amount of money, as there was no need for artificial snow.

Jane Sampson’s airport scenes today were all outdoors, and, even with the protection of an oil-paper umbrella, after a whole day of shooting, her own hair was still wet.

After Coco Edwards had removed the fake hair and jewelry from Jane Sampson’s forehead, she quickly grabbed the hairdryer to blow-dry Jane Sampson’s hair.