"Ah Yin, that's her nickname." Jiang huailu made up a story.
"Oh," Jiang Huaian replied.
Jiang huailu was still thinking about the conflict between her and Lu Jiang last night, so he was listless even when he was eating.
"That's right, someone came to the old estate yesterday. The old lady said that the Jiang family's fortune was not good, so she wanted to use the family's eight characters to determine their fortune. I've written it long ago, you can hand it over to the person who comes later." Jiang Huaian took out a folded piece of red paper.
Jiang huailu responded and put it in his arms.
