"That's not the case, Missy." The servant was not sure whether he should laugh or cry and explained, "That guest brought his own window sill and table, including the tables and the chairs. He had a few carriages worth of luggage! I heard from the servants that their master was used to that kind of thing since he was young."
Qi Qingyao, "..." How loaded!
He was definitely unmatched.
It seemed that this grandpa she wanted to get to know was simply too rich.
No wonder he was the millionaire of Northern Liang.
It was night. After Jiang Yeqian and Si Jin brought the children home, they saw Qi Qingyao sitting by herself at the dining table, smiling like an idiot. The dishes had all been prepared and she was just waiting for everyone to return so that they could begin eating.
After Si Jin sat down, he began consuming the white rice frantically like usual.