Chang Lian was at a loss for words, "You really are exceptionally practical."
Rongchuan spread his hands, "There's no helping it, my childhood experiences are imprinted too deeply in my memory. Even though these years I've eaten well and dressed well, and never lacked for silver, in my heart, only silver truly gives me peace of mind."
Although the experiences from that year had been come to terms with, they still remained nightmares. The taste of hunger, he would never forget.
Chang Lian patted Rongchuan's shoulder, "It's just a pity that this antique can't be sold, after all, it was a gift from Marquis Ning."
Rongchuan was very regretful, "That's why it's a pity."
