Song Jingchen saw the pain on her face and found it funny. She was clearly almost as rich as a country, but this girl was still as stingy as ever.
Shen Yijia was embarrassed by his gaze and whispered, "I have to keep that money to raise you."
Song Jingchen teased, "Just me?"
Shen Yijia thought that he was talking about Xuanyuan Ce's suggestion. Without thinking, she said, "Of course. I don't like others."
Unlike Shen Yijia, Xuanyuan Ce was not satisfied with this residence at all. He wished he could send someone to tear it down immediately.
"Uncle, shouldn't we go? Father is still waiting for you," Xuanyuan Ziming reminded him meekly.
Xuanyuan Ce glared at him and said to Ji Luo, "Since you don't want to stay in my residence, I'll send a few people to serve you."
"There's no need. We like peace and quiet." Ji Luo refused.
Xuanyuan Ce opened his mouth and met Ji Luo's eyes. In the end, he compromised.
