"I know." Pei Zicheng put away his chess piece and dragged the stool to their side.
He summarized it in a few words, "In order to invest, your father sold the antiques at home without telling Uncle Lin."
"What antiques?"
"I heard they were some kind of porcelain."
Lin Jiao frowned.
She recalled the frequent quarrels between her parents during her poor childhood and felt that something was wrong. "Where is the money he got from selling antiques?"
"I lost it all." Pei Zhen suppressed the emotions in his eyes.
He blew away the tea leaves on the edge of the cup. "First time he invested, Old Lin took half of his savings to help him, but he lost everything."
Lin Jiao guessed boldly, "Grandpa refused to help him the second time, so he sold the antiques?"
"Right."
"Did he get the antiques back in the end?"
Pei Zhen nodded.
