"Mom, what's wrong? Is there a rat?" Chen Zilong came in wielding a slipper, looking at his mom holding a box and shouting.
"Who put this—Qian'er!"
Jia Xiufang, surprised, immediately thought of her daughter. Qian leaned against the door frame.
"Try it on, see if it fits your chubby little neck."
"Nonsense, your mom's only 140 pounds, how did I become chubby? Where did this come from?"
Inside the box was a gold chain, estimated to weigh at least 20 grams.
"Actually, I wanted to buy you a diamond, but considering your tacky taste and your identity as a junk dealer-turned-property tycoon, wearing this out probably makes more sense to intimidate others."
"Where did you get the money? How come you didn't consult me on such an expensive purchase, child you really..."
