"Really?" The older sister asked, her face so emaciated that only her eyeballs seemed to have any flesh left.
"I'll give you a gold ingot. Is that enough?" Shen Yiren's gaze was clear and sincere.
"Enough! It's enough!" The sister cried out with all her might. A gold ingot was far better than the few copper coins she would get from selling herself to bury her father.
Chapter 27