Jian Zhenghua looked towards the unobtrusively shrinking Jian Jiajun and urged, "You need to step up the pace as well."
"I know, I believe fate will come."
Jian Jiajun employed his usual tactic of muddling through, temporarily diverting the heat away from himself.
With the eldest grandson settled, Elder Mrs. Jian didn't continue to pester the second grandson.
Speaking of Yinyin's dowry, her eyes were gentle and she spoke softly, "I'm thinking of giving Yinyin all my shares in the Jian Clan as her dowry. You all don't have any objections, do you?"
The family members all shook their heads in turn.
Yinyin had suffered so much; having more money in hand would ensure a happy and stable life for the rest of her days.
"Oh, Grandma, why are you giving it to me?"
Yin Ci was somewhat startled.
She felt it was too valuable; Grandma's shares in the Jian Clan constituted one-third of the company.