Six years.
From eighteen to twenty-four.
He gave her one-third of Baicaotang's income and bought her a bag, a car, and a house.
On her birthday last month, he gave her the ancestral jade pendant as a gift.
The jade pendant was left to him by his father before his death.
Qian Bowen took it away on the spot and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful."
Now she stood in front of him, the hem of her skirt wet from the rain, and she looked at him like a dog.
"Didn't you say you were in urgent need of money?"
Miao Hao's voice was trembling, "What's going on with the five million?"
"When did I become anxious for money?"
Qian Bowen tilted his head, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was talking about the weather, "Miao Hao, you can't talk nonsense.
