Instantly, Xu Jiali stopped crying. After a few sobs, she asked, "Jing Chen, a one-million-yuan bride price... is this your test for your future uncle?"
Her future uncle. Jie Jingchen felt his temples throb. His glacial gaze met Xu Jiali's, his voice filled with repressed anger. "No."
Xu Jiali burst into loud sobs again, crying so hard it gave their grandmother a headache. Since her eldest grandson was playing the bad guy, she couldn't play the peacemaker. The wisest choice was to leave.
Grandma rubbed her temples and said, "I have a headache. I'm going back to my room to rest."
"Auntie," Xu Jiali said, looking at her grandmother with a tear-streaked face.
"Jiali, I'm old now, and there's a lot I can no longer handle. I'm leaving your marriage to that Gao boy for Jing Chen to manage," Grandma said to Xu Jiali.
