He wondered if Tang Song could help Ruannuan in some way, such as providing her with a well-paid job she could keep in the long term.
Of course, this was just a suggestion, and it wasn't the right time to talk about these matters.
"I'm telling you this, auntie, just so you and uncle can be prepared."
She had been in the finance world for many years and knew about many of the chaotic illusions that reality held.
However, it wasn't easy to discuss this with her aunt, so she had to be subtle about it.
This was out of goodwill, after all family is family, and Wen Ruan was her close cousin.
"Okay, thank you Feifei," Qian Guixiang nodded absently.
Back in the private room.
Seeing her daughter happily by Tang Song's side, her mood started to weigh down.
In the past, it was always Wen Ruan who had the choice, as her daughter had everything—looks, figure, and education.
But now, knowing Tang Song's situation, the tables had completely turned.
