Within the high walls of the villa courtyard, the eldest son of the Qin Family impatiently shoved aside his assistant, who clung to him desperately, and rushed out to greet them.
"Yi Ren, come here quickly. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
He headed straight for his younger sister, his concern evident. In passing, he cast a glance at Chu Xinian, muttering reluctantly, "I suppose you're of some use."
Completely unbothered, Chu Xinian responded with a faint smile, "Thank you, brother, for the compliment."
"Brother..."
Seeing the family member she trusted the most, Qin Yiren's lips trembled. Her emotions teetered between repression and sorrow, forcing herself not to cry.
She lowered her gaze toward the paper money fluttering into the villa with the wind and anxiously knitted her delicate brows. "Does Mom know about this?"
