"This is not giving," Jiang Yeqing said and then slowly took a drag of his cigarette.
Wen Xinya was hysterical. "So it's gifting?"
Jiang Yeqing shook his head. "It's not a gift. It's a promise. She's a good person and deserves a share of everything I own. I've said it before, all my assets will be hers. I'm just fulfilling my promise. Just like back then, when my adoptive father took me in, I swore in front of Second Master Guan that I would take good care of your family forever and treat you as my family."
"Family, is this how you treat your family now!" Wenxin's tears started flowing.
Little Precious, who was sitting by the side, was exhausted from crying because of the pain in his fingers. Just when he finally stopped, he started again when he saw his mother crying.
