Mrs. Yao blinked slightly. She hadn't disclosed the Yao Family's wealth, so how did Grandma Shen know? Did Little Jiayin know, and told Grandma Shen? Unlikely. She hadn't heard her son or husband mention that Shen Jiayin knew who her husband was. Besides, in most families, who wouldn't hope their daughters could marry into a wealthy family and transform their status?
Grandma Shen's answer completely baffled her.
Grandma Shen, who returned Yao Grandpa's photo, couldn't sit still in front of Mrs. Yao for a moment. She had many questions she wanted to ask Shen Jiayin personally. She stood up, bowed apologetically to Mrs. Yao, and quickly left.
Mrs. Yao turned around to call out to the elderly woman to stop, but her hand, extended halfway, lingered in the air before she finally drew it back. With furrowed brows, she couldn't figure out what exactly had happened. Had she said something wrong? Or had her son offended the elderly woman?
