How could Wu Linger not understand what Zhou Mei was thinking? Seeing Zhou Mei like this, she felt even more disdainful, dragging along her contempt for other members of the Zhou family. She couldn't help but snort coldly before turning her head to look towards Huo Sining.
Huo Sining didn't pay any attention to the clash between Wu Linger and Zhou Mei; her gaze was fixated on Jiang Chao and the pot of Xishu Daoguang in her hands.
After all, she was a wealthy individual holding billions, and money was simply a series of numbers to her. However, Jiang Chao was different; one hundred thousand yuan was her mother's life-saving money, and three million could let this family live a stable and peaceful life.
Huo Sining didn't value this three million, but for Jiang Chao, it was definitely an astronomical figure.
