Gu Xiaoying's tears streamed down, silently sobbing, her shoulders drooping as she tried to control the embarrassment of her breakdown.
But the fact is, Gu Xiaoying actually understood, knew very well in her heart, and has told herself countless times that this was what Gu Xiaoqing deserved, there was no comparison.
However, she still couldn't help but begrudge that five percent share, even if it could bring her an income of tens of thousands annually, even though over the years, the family shares had given her savings of fifty or sixty thousand.
In this era, this amount of money is considered wealthy.
A girl just over twenty years old, holding so much money, who would have thought?
Even in the face of Shang Wenming's sweet words, Gu Xiaoying never disclosed her wealth, knowing it would attract too much attention and perhaps face countless ill-intentioned people.
