Ye Xingguang was curious what Ji Qishu wanted with her, but she had something to do now, so she didn't think any further. Today was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, she bought some money paper and in the garden of the hospital villa, she burnt some paper-cash for Qin Junye.
Since it wasn't at the Ye's family home, she burned it with great peace of mind, squatting at the gate of the small hospital villa, burning, and paying respects.
"Who are you burning paper for again?"
Before the money paper had finished burning, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
Ye Xingguang jumped, without having to turn around, she knew that it was Ye Junqing's voice. She immediately stood up, opened her hands to block the man behind her, fearing that the lousy man would step on the incense that she burned for Qin Junye.
Ye Junqing took in her defensive action all at once, his cold and sharp eyes were stung in an instant.