"You only know how to humor your mother!" Jiang Qing said helplessly after hearing Qin Han's words.
Qin Han laughed and said, "I'm not the only one saying this. If you don't believe me, ask them."
"Madam, how about I open a restaurant, and you just need to guide, and we won't play with Qin Han anymore." Feng Ling Du said with a grin.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qing poked Feng Ling Du's forehead and said, "If you open a restaurant, it would be surprising if you don't eat up all the profits yourself."
"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Let's not talk about the Qin family for now.
In a residential house near the outskirts of Beijiang City.
Nangong Jirou stood silently in the courtyard, looking at the distant mountains.
Although the northwest is barren, it's undeniable that the undeveloped environment here is exceptionally fresh and beautiful.
It's breathtaking just to look at.
However, there was a hint of worry on Nangong Jirou's face.
