'I never would have thought every rich person had such a powerful family backing them.'
With this in mind, Mika Summers suddenly looked at Tristan Grayson. "Tristan, the Grayson family isn't complicated, is it?"
Tristan Grayson furrowed his brow. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her into his arms. "What do you mean 'the Grayson family'? It's *our* family. Rest assured, my dear wife. Aside from a few shameless, freeloading poor relatives, we don't have any powerful family connections."
"That's good..." Hearing this, Mika Summers couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
But when Tristan Grayson heard her, he wasn't happy at all. "You silly girl, what's so good about that? We only have money, no power."
"I don't care whether you're rich or powerful. As long as you love me and I love you, and our family can live together in peace and safety, that's all that matters."
