"You aren't going to fetch it, right?" Qiao Dongliang did not want to waste time with Ding Jiayi. He always handed all the money to Ding Jiayi. She was not the type to squander the family fortune. And so their savings had grown bit by bit.
Qiao Dongliang entrusted everything under Ding Jiayi's charge, but that did not mean he was unaware of what was happening.
He searched for the key, and went to the room to open the drawer. He took out the entire drawer and saw the passbook lying deep inside.
"Old Qiao, what are you doing?" Ding Jiayi had a guilty look on her face. She feared that Qiao Dongliang would find out that there was nothing left in the passbook. At that thought she lunged at him, in a bid to take the passbook from him.
Standing at 1.8 meters tall, if Qiao Dongliang did not give in, there was no way Ding Jiayi could have snatched it from him.
