"Jane, whether it's me, or James, including your aunt, we all hold a grudge against the Miller Family. In the past, the Black Family severely crippled the Millers, and now, over 20 years have gone by. As long as the Millers don't come around us, we won't target them again. But we absolutely forbid anyone from the Black Family from having any contact with the Millers." Old Master Black patted Jane Sampson on the back of her hand, "When James was young, he really suffered because of the Millers, so you should show him extra care and concern."
"Grandfather, don't say that," Jane Sampson leaned on Old Master Black's shoulder, acting coquettishly, "Even if I don't dote on James, I still dote on my grandfather. I'm not lacking the Miller Family's endorsement fees; even if I were, I'd rather starve than associate with them."
Jane's words undoubtedly brought comfort to Old Master Black, "James doesn't like to talk about his childhood, so I'll just share these moments with you alone."
