"Are you very good at taking care of yourself?" Nangong Lin gave him a sideways glance.
"Of course, I started selling newspapers when I was three." Alvin answered earnestly.
Nangong Lin: "..."
"You still go sell newspapers?" Nangong Lin was a bit curious.
"Of course." Alvin turned his eyes toward Nangong Lin and smiled, "Everyone should be independent."
Nangong Lin could understand this mindset, but she didn’t expect Alvin, as a Prince, hey, B Country’s Royal Family is a hereditary one after all.
As such a Prince, he actually went to sell newspapers, and at three years old?
"Where did you sell them?" Nangong Lin eventually couldn’t help but ask. She really couldn’t believe that he would go out on the streets to sell. After all, he is a Prince; he should be a bit more mindful of his personal safety, right?
"In the palace." Alvin answered honestly, "I only sold them to the Royal Family."
"Pfft..." Nangong Lin couldn’t help but laugh. She thought he was all that, but it turned out he was just selling newspapers in his own yard!
In the end, didn’t he just sell them to relatives?
The various princesses and dukes, it seems the newspaper sales went quite well, Emma, it really made her laugh to death.
"What are you laughing at?" Alvin looked at her, "Even though it’s only sold in the Royal Family, I woke up very early, you know, sometimes on snowy days, it was particularly cold..."
Nangong Lin looked at him, somewhat stunned, suddenly picturing a little three-year-old kid getting up early in the winter mornings, braving the wind and snow to sell newspapers.


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