"Thirty million dollars? Son, that's an exorbitant price. A few-million-dollar one would be more than enough. A few million dollars is not a small amount. Besides, how did the topic of a hundred-million-dollar ring come into the discussion all of a sudden? Did she bring it up on purpose?" Mrs. Yan gibed.
"No, we just mentioned it casually. Mother, just stay out of our matters. I'll handle them well, alright?"
"No. Only when I compare the two of them do I realize that Fang Erlan is far worse than Yu Caiwei," Mrs. Yan lamented with a sigh.
Yan Ge changed the subject and said, "I'll have to get to work soon. Rest here by yourself. I'll bring you out for dinner after work."
"Go ahead, you don't have to worry about me. I'll wait for you in the car."
"Alright." Yan Ge closed the door and began walking toward Fang Erlan.
Noticing the grave expression on her face, he squatted down and held her hand. "Don't take my mother's words to heart," he said.
