Tang Xian hadn't hinted at asking for the cost of the call. He was simply frugal in certain respects. Overall, he was still a generous person.
After Li Xiaoyu hung up the phone, despite being annoyed, her complexion took on an unnatural flush.
With an older brother like a father, Li Zheng couldn't be said to be anything but good to her. People often said that the second young miss carried the temperament of an empress in her bones, and perhaps she would one day contend with the young master for the head of the family.
Li Xiaoyu didn't care about these rumors. She had no friends since childhood, but she had an interesting older brother.
In fact, she felt that what her brother really should be concerned about was the youngest wastrel at home.
After having an extremely talented daughter and son, Li Xiaoyu couldn't understand why their father would want another child.
