Also, Jiang Tao gently reminded Old Du.
He hinted that his Vacheron Constantin was counterfeit, but it was up to him to believe it or not.
This past week, Jiang Tao and Xu Li have been living quite a fulfilling life.
On the evening of March 30.
After finishing a game of cards, Xu Li snuggled up in Jiang Tao's arms, her face showing a small expression of happiness and satisfaction.
"Honey, my mom wants Sasha to find a job here in Beijing. Can we help her out?"
"If she can have a stable job, my parents wouldn't have to worry so much."
"They've asked friends and family to find about seven or eight jobs for Sasha, but none lasted long."
"Although she was a bit immature before, she's my only sister. Can you forgive her?"
Xu Li softly traced circles on Jiang Tao's belly with her delicate fingers, gently asking for Jiang Tao's opinion.
In this household, although Jiang Tao lets her manage the money, the final say still rests with him.
