Before he knew it, the coldness in Li Yuntang's eyes dissipated into thin air.
He disliked Shen Aili's oppression of Yan Xiaye, and conversely, he was actually quite pleased to see it succeed.
"How about it, have you considered it?" Yan Xiaye playfully arched her eyebrows, looking hesitant and possibly ready to change her mind at any moment, muttering to herself, "Or maybe not, the Old Madam once told me she kept her favorite pieces of jade very securely, and they weren't even mentioned in the will just now, so it seems they're probably in the safe."
Jade!
The antique calligraphy and paintings countless in number, and even the superb jade pieces treasured by the highly discerning Old Madam!
