"Uncle, I'm going to make lunch, do you want to join us?"
Sang Yu stood up, pulling her hand away from Jiang Jingming's large hand.
The man's eyes darkened.
Song Zhenhua's face froze; is this really the time for eating?
He prided himself as an old fox, but now he realized Sang Yu simply didn't want to help.
Turns out she was just pretending before.
"Sang Yu, just say it, what exactly are your conditions?" Song Zhenhua's tone turned hard.
Jiang Jingming's icy gaze suddenly turned toward Song Zhenhua.
Song Zhenhua was stunned, avoiding Jiang Jingming's gaze.
Sang Yu said with a faint smile, "Uncle, what are you talking about? I don't have any conditions. I really can't help."
She shrugged, looking helpless.
Song Zhenhua suppressed his anger, "As long as it's something I can do."
Sang Yu and Jiang Jingming exchanged a glance, and the latter nodded.
"I remember, Uncle, you still owe me two thousand yuan."
Song Zhenhua's face darkened, and Sang Yu continued:
