Yang Lisheng shook his head, "Mr. Song doesn't know; Xiao Ning just called to ask."
Li Meixiang suddenly nodded in realization and looked at Zhang Xiaoling, "My dear, this is where you're wrong. Xiao Ning, after all, is your granddaughter; can't you even bear to let Mr. Song give her a piece of jade?" No wonder people say the richer one is, the stingier they become.
"Mom, you don't understand," Yang Xin'er spoke up. If it was ordinary jade, would she and her mother-in-law bother to come here with such a fuss?
