"Yangyang, what do you think?"
"Me?" still holding the squirrel, he asked listlessly, "Can I give a squirrel? After all, our family doesn't have any heirlooms."
"Who says we don't?" Ye Zi'an said to Yang Chuxia, "Those silver items I gave you could be used as family heirlooms."
"But the problem is we have three sons and a daughter!"
"Just have three more sets made and that's that." Ye Zi'an waved his hand indifferently.
Lele rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Four sets of items and still calling them heirlooms? You might as well give them to my younger brother, I won't compete with him."
"Why all the fuss?" Yangyang casually took off his red gold collar, with a transparent glass bead embedded in it, and stuffed it into Yang Chuxia's hand, "Here, this will do. Young master wore it himself, this is the real token."
"Are you sure?" Yang Chuxia looked at him.
"Sure!" Yangyang huffed, "Getting a pretty wife for nothing, why wouldn't I want that?"
