The unreliable mom, Jiang Jiangyu, wouldn't consider herself negligent as a mother. At the moment, she was following behind Mr. Lin, pointing at the shelf in the bedroom.
"Dad, this is a display shelf, right? I've heard it's for putting antiques to show class. Unfortunately, we don't have much to our name, so the kids are a bit short-changed."
Mr. Lin glanced at her. Her intentions were too obvious. He refused to respond and continued looking through room by room.
Jiang Jiangyu didn't mind. She didn't believe that saying more wouldn't get through to Mr. Lin; after all, it was his eldest grandson. Besides, she wouldn't take anything back to her own family, and even if she did, her parents wouldn't accept it.
"Dad, look at this wooden bed, I heard it's some kind of gilded canopy bed, which only aristocrats could afford in the past. It's a pity it's not part of a set. If it were a complete set for the kids, they'd be so proud."
