Everyone cares about the same two things: life and money.
Yang Fan seized this point, played a little trick, and none of these people dared to risk their lives. Only by surviving can they discuss money matters.
The powder was applied to the business card, and as soon as Song Xuecai touched it, it would take effect in half an hour.
Returning to the Murong Family, no one was there; Murong Yan had not yet come home, and his mother had gone shopping with Mr. and Mrs. Murong Bo, saying she wanted to show her around Xinghai City as the landlord's courtesy.
Staying at the Murong Family's place for not long, Yang Fan received a call from Yang Huiru: "Are you back?"
"Yes, everything went smoothly."
"Let's have a meal sometime, my treat."
Yang Fan paused, stroking his chin: "I smell a plot brewing."
"I won't eat you up, what are you afraid of?"
"Fine, whenever you have time, call me."
