Yun Xiangxiang threw away the matter between song Qian and brother Wei. She threw herself into her husband’s arms and said, “Mr. Song, Qianqian will be my housekeeper.”
“It’s up to you.”Song Mian Scooped Yun Xiangxiang over and covered her stomach with her hands.
“I need a housekeeper. Shouldn’t I have a share of property?”Without property, where would a housekeeper come from?
“When we go back, father will give it to you.”Song Mian’s fingers combed her long hair. This was song Mian’s favorite thing to do.
“Father will give it to me? Isn’t It Yours?”Yun Xiangxiang narrowed her eyes and stared at him with death.
“Father will give you the share that the song family should give to their new daughter-in-law. I don’t need to give you my share because it belongs to you.”Song Mian would never answer the wrong question, “If you want to take care of my share.”
