"Didn't you say you didn't have it? That you couldn't come up with that much?" Granny said sarcastically. She couldn't do anything about Jing Si, but surely she could handle Xu Chunyan?
Jing Si was Qiao Yanqiu's biological son, but Jing Er wasn't. Granny couldn't control Jing Si, but she could easily manipulate Xu Chunyan.
Xu Chunyan had to suffer in silence. She regretted asking Grandpa and Granny for help—she had really shot herself in the foot.
Xu Chunyan took a key from her crossbody cloth bag and unlocked a cabinet. She pulled out a metal biscuit tin, but when she opened it, it wasn't full of biscuits. It was full of money, from the smallest one-fen coins to the largest ten-yuan notes.
Xu Chunyan's heart bled as she counted out twenty-eight ten-yuan notes and four five-yuan notes. "Granny, here you go."
