Between A Joyous Occasion And A Funeral

"Mingzhe is Qianqian's husband now. How can he not think for Qianqian's sake? Not giving on Qianqian at this crucial moment proves his feelings for Qianqian. As a mother, instead of giving them your blessing, you choose to drag them down. Don't you feel guilty?"

Then, he looked at Zhong Qianqian. "Qianqian, I believe that you're a good girl. For him to not give up on you at this time, he must have a solution. Don't worry and follow Mingzhe to Emperor District. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Although Zhong Qianqian was very unwilling to go to Emperor District, she had no choice but to nod.

Zhong Kuijun took out a card and handed it to Zhong Qianqian. "There are 10 million bucks inside. Take it. If there's anything that you need to spend on, spend it."

Zhong Qianqian, Jiang Shuwan, and the Jiang family were all stunned.

Zhong Kuijun had always been stingy. It was the first time he had offered 10 million bucks.