Xiaomu spoke with a grave expression, "Big brother, what are you talking about? Although our family is wealthy, sister has been with the Meng Family for so many years, and they have long treated her as their own flesh and blood. This is not something that can be measured in money."
When Ma Ying heard what Xiaomu said, a flash of joy appeared in her eyes. She was excited, hearing that they were overseas Chinese and dressed so well; they must be rich.
What a fortunate girl.
Right from birth, she had in-laws who had taken her home, raised her to adulthood, and now her real relatives had actually come looking for her, rich overseas Chinese at that.
"But little brother, over the years the Meng Family has also spent money on our little sister, and our Xia Family has always been known for our gratitude and loyalty. They saved our sister's life, so the money that should be given can't be any less."
Xiaomu didn't reply immediately; instead, he pondered.
