" You mean to say this is not about just money?" asked Fu Yu Sheng sipping on his beer, he really didn't understand why Song Yan liked this thing when he could get her more than just a few dollars beer can and fried chicken. There were countless bottles of fine wine sitting in his cellar but for some unknown reason, his wife liked this frizzy drink more than she liked the carefully aged wine, what he didn't know was that after he and Fu Chen passed away, no one burnt any offering for her, Song Yan as a ghost needed a subtle amount of Yang energy and back then she would only rely on the cheap offerings that Gu Yijin burned for her and Fang Yanli after the decline of the Gu family.