Ten Thousand Yuan for Uncle

Li Tingshen watched Ye Qingqiu enter the villa next door before entering.

Standing in the empty living room, Li Tingshen scanned every corner indifferently before walking into the dining room silently.

She cleared the table and went into the kitchen.

Li Tingshen felt that he might be sick.

He didn't even want to wash the dishes that Ye Qingqiu had used.

There were her fingerprints on it, which had once left her warmth.

Now, he wanted to keep everything she had.

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Yin Ruijue liked to watch the commotion, especially Li Tingshen.

When Xiao Chu saw him at the door, she felt a little helpless.

"Young Master Yin, isn't your company busy?"

Yin Ruijue raised an eyebrow and glanced at Xiao Chu before clicking his tongue.

"Are you underestimating the relationship between us brothers? Compared to the company, my brother's matter is more important."