This time, Qiao Zijin would be the only one forking out two hundred thousand yuan with no one else to share that burden with her. Ding Jiayi could imagine how much pain Qiao Zijin was in because of that two hundred thousand yuan.
Thus, Ding Jiayi tried to act smart by comforting Qiao Zijin with such words in hope of making Qiao Zijin feel better. How was she to know that these words could not comfort Qiao Zijin and were, in fact, a slap to Qiao Zijin's face? "Zijin, think about it. Don't you think it's true? You're using Qiao Nan's money to coax your dad. In the end, you'll be the filial daughter in your dad's eyes, not Qiao Nan. You won't lose out by giving him two hundred thousand."
Qiao Zijin would be the only one benefitting after giving away Qiao Nan's money. No matter how Ding Jiayi thought about it, Qiao Zijin would be on the winning end. There was no need for Qiao Zijin to be upset over this matter.
