Chapter: 1847

"She intends to sell this set of jewelry to me." Qin Anan put the jewelry box on the coffee table, then reached out to Fu Shiting and asked for an invoice, "Give me the invoice."

Fu Shiting glanced at the invoice.

Ten million.

This money is not a small amount.

"I'll give her the money later..."

"She sold it to me, not to you." Qin Anan walked up to him and took the invoice from his hand, "Ten million... She spent so much money to give Rila a gift. , how arrogant. Does she usually give Rila gifts so expensive?"

Fu Shiting shook his head: "No. Last year she gave Rila a dress. I saw the price. It's only a few hundred thousand!"

"Hundreds of thousands?! Do you think hundreds of thousands are cheap? You dare to accept such a precious gift from someone else for no reason!" Qin Anan glared at him.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

The gift was received by Rila, not through his hands at all.

He took a peek at the price tag after Rila had received the gift.

"Mom, I received the birthday present she gave me last year. The dress she gave me was very beautiful, I didn't think it was very expensive..." How did Rila know that a dress cost hundreds of thousands.

"It's okay, just accept it. Your father must have returned the gift." Qin Anan took a deep breath and returned to his daughter with the receipt, "Rila, look at the jewelry, if you like it, mother will give it to her. Transfer the money to Jiang Ning."

Rila opened the box and took a look.

When I looked at the pictures before, I thought this set of jewelry was very beautiful, but now I see it with my own eyes, and I think it is very beautiful, but I just don't like it that much.

"Mom, it's so expensive...I don't want it." Rila didn't want her mother to spend so much for herself, so she glanced at the jewelry and closed the box.

"Baby, it's okay to be expensive, as long as you like it. Mom can afford it." Qin Anan reopened the box, "Mom put it on for you, try it."

"Ten million! That's enough money to buy a lot of jewelry." Rila said, looking at Dad, "Dad, you pay."

Fu Shiting responded and immediately transferred ten million to Jiang Ning.

"Fu Shiting, I said I can afford it, who do you look down on!" Qin Anan said in a sour tone when he saw that he paid the bill, "I'll transfer the money to you later. This is a gift I bought for my daughter, I have to pay for it myself."

Fu Shiting was stunned: "Didn't we just clarify the misunderstanding?"

"Have I accepted your explanation?" She retorted, "Even if you didn't lie, it was I who misunderstood you, and we have already divorced. Brothers still have to settle accounts, we are not brothers, and we have nothing to do with each other now. None."

Seeing her attitude was so tough, Fu Shiting said, "Then give me the money."

"Well." Qin Anan put the jewelry on her daughter, and then took her to look in the mirror.

"Baby, you look good in this set of jewelry. You spend money when you make it. Don't think it's too expensive. Mom can really afford it."

Rila murmured, "But you don't have a job right now. What if I run out of your money?"

"Mom will do what she can." Qin Anan said here, glanced outside the bathroom door, and lowered her voice, "Mom has money, don't tell your dad. Because it's mom's secret."

Rila opened her mouth in an 'O' shape and looked surprised: "Okay mom, I won't tell him."

"Well. Tell Mom now, do you like this set of jewelry?"

"I like it!" Rila finally had a happy smile on her face. "But Mom, Dad just said you made the misunderstanding clear with you. Did you really make it clear? Did you blame Dad?"

"Your father made it clear, but I don't know if what he said is true. If I accept what he said, I can't explain it myself. I don't want to blindly listen to him, but I don't hate him that much before. It's over." Qin Anan didn't want to let the grievances between himself and Fu Shiting affect the children, "Rila, if you think he's a good father, then you shouldn't hate him because of your mother."

"Look at him!" Rila said. "I think he wants to chase you again." JrNovels.com