"Before our marriage, you knew the situation of Feng's house, right?" Zhang Yu placed the prepared documents in front of him.
"By the time we came to Harbor City, the scale of Feng's house." Zhang Yu handed him another document from the side.
Feng Hao stupidly took the two documents and started reading, although much time had passed and some things were blurry, he still remembered some data.
Feng Hao's hand tightly gripped these documents, "I never thought you'd actually kept these things."
The steward peeked over and was shocked; as a steward, he had to have a good memory, and he knew the documents were true.
Judging by the yellowing of the papers, they must be at least ten or twenty years old, the steward knew internally, no wonder the mistress took so many things back then.
"Why are you showing me these?" Feng Hao set the documents down, the former Feng's house in Shencheng was truly renowned, but now, Feng Hao couldn't help but sigh.
