Fu Zhen was moved and couldn't help but reach out to embrace her: "Mother."
In her previous life, she spent her days with rough men and hardly interacted with many young ladies.
Mrs. Fu, being over thirty, was still so fragrant and soft, as well as gentle and kind. In a past life, her age would equate her to just being a big sister to Liang Ning. How could Fu Zhen not love her from the bottom of her heart and want to protect her well?
After nestling in the beauty's embrace for a while, she sat upright and asked, "Do you have a count of the money that Father and the old lady have embezzled over the years?"
"Naturally, I have it. We merchants always keep records."
Fu Zhen said, "Then show me these accounts, so I can calculate what we have."
