Jiang Mengyue subconsciously tightened her hands. Her eldest brother had been treating others coldly and indifferently. She wanted to please her eldest brother, but sending gifts and sweet soup made by herself was of no use. They were all returned.
But... the eldest brother actually gave Jiang Ning something?
"What the hell is going on? How did that dog woman impress big brother?"
Hong Zhu had already inquired clearly, "I heard that Miss Jiang Ning gave an inkstone to the eldest young master."