Mrs. Rong touched the pigeon egg on her hand, her expression showing disdain.
Qiao Qiqi didn't even glance at the woman, taking out the gift she had prepared.
"Just shut up! No matter what Qiqi brings, I like it. Even if it's just a blade of grass, I'd be happy! It's none of your business!" Elder Rong, the older he got, the more childlike he became, never held back when disapproving his daughter-in-law.
"I just fear it might actually be a blade of grass." Mrs. Rong retorted mercilessly.
"Enough, nobody will mistake you for a mute if you keep silent!" Rong Shu glared at his wife with displeasure, then looked at his fourth son.
He was indifferent to others, but still had some concern for his own son.
Qiao Qiqi brought a thousand-year-old ginseng; buying it had cost her a fortune and effort, barely snatching it from the wolves encircling.
And there was a Nephrite Jade knick-knack.
