An Kexin had reserved a newly opened French restaurant.
The restaurant was decorated with a Western aristocratic vibe, giving the feeling of stepping into a Western castle hall.
In the center of the dining hall, there was a grand piano, with a foreigner passionately playing music.
Lin Jie finished the restaurant's signature French onion soup and took a sip of water, saying softly, "With this investment insurance worth over a million, it's even harder to find a good family for Yuanyuan."
"This additional one million investment, eighteen years later, it should at least double or triple."
"For the average family, this amount is not insignificant and could easily cause unnecessary conflicts."
An Kexin responded with an "oh" and agreed, "True, money is the root of all evil."
"Looking at the insurance timing, it was Yuanyuan's mother who bought this insurance after her illness was diagnosed; obviously, she wanted to arrange Yuanyuan's future life."
