Song Xiuluan's eyeballs swiveled craftily as he said with ill intent, "If you don't help me, I'll ask Qingqing! Qingqing is my dear niece who adores her uncle the most. She's also good friends with Linlin and really hopes that Linlin and I can get together. She even complained today that I didn't spend the holiday with Linlin! I believe once she knows about my predicament, she would be very willing to help me."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yisheng frowned.
Song Xiuluan chuckled slyly, "So will you help or not?"
Fu Yisheng, sharp as ever, needed no further explanation to understand Song Xiuluan's insinuation. But unlike the last time, he did not indulge him, "Haven't I just given you a piece of jade? That should be help enough. That was the last piece of Glass-type Imperial Green left in our family, from a batch over twenty years old, and it's very hard to find the same quality now."