These nobles from the capital praised his grandson. Old Master Liu smiled until his face was covered in wrinkles. "Madam Song is magnanimous. Our Liu family can't be petty, right? How about this? I'll round it up. 100 taels."
With that, he looked at a steward behind him. "Liu Tong, go and get money for Madam Song."
He had been doing business for so many years. The Song family was about to recover their glory. If he didn't befriend them now, when would he be able to do so in the future?
"No need, no need. Just give me 13 taels." Shen Yijia blushed in embarrassment. She felt her heart ache for a long time even though it was cheaper by 200 copper coins.
Unexpectedly, this old man was so generous. Thinking of something, her eyes lit up. "Why don't you pack some more snacks for us?"
