Old Sir Jiang looked coldly at his youngest daughter, "What do you want to say?"
Jiang Zhengfang's body shivered slightly, she opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but her throat seemed unresponsive, unable to make a sound.
Looking at his mother, Qiao Qinghe felt for the first time a sense of shame.
Usually, she was intent on pushing him to seek advice from his third cousin, to learn management, but in the end, what she schemed was to take over everything from his third cousin.
He suddenly stood up and said, "Grandpa, my mom isn't thinking clearly, I absolutely have no aspirations for the Jiang Family's wealth, I assure you."
Old Sir Jiang glanced at him and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, however, you are smarter than your mother."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhengfang's heart sank into an abyss, she knew the Old Sir was suspecting her, and this sentence cast her into the depths.
