gure, the meticulously crafted and beautiful manicure she had done digging into her tender palm. 。Although An Xiaotu was willing to unconditionally transfer the shares, thinking that her grandfather... replied coldly. 。"You, child..." Mo Caijing was exasperated with him. 。"What about her" he asked again, coldly. 。Without even having to guess, it's clear that his parents have already met his wife....