Qiao Dazhu was the only one among the Qiao family who hadn't taken a wrong turn in life. At seventeen, he wasn't married, and she didn't mind lending him some silver.
She handed the silver to Qiao Qinghe, "Grandpa, I'll leave this with you. Make sure it all goes to Dazhu."
Qiao Qinghe was about to scold Zhu Cuiying initially, but upon hearing this, he hesitated and accepted the silver.
Qiao Dazhu was a child he held dear in his heart.
"Don't worry, every single coin will be spent on your Dazhu," he promised.
Qiao Xiaomai smiled, "We'll be taking our leave then."
Qiao Qinghe nodded, "Go ahead."
Qiao Xiaomai didn't say anything more, taking Qiao Dami's hand and turning away.
Upon seeing this, Qiao Changshun greeted Qiao Qinghe and quickly followed after them, limping along.
Zhu Cuiying "..."
