"Can I?"
Qian Congren's chubby eyes, which were only left with two slits, widened slightly. He looked at the other party with bright eyes. "Of course, I'm free all day. I stay at home most of the time and have nothing to do. I rely on collecting rent to make a living."
He was a landlord after all.
"Then, when Madam Qin is better, I'll get her to come and invite you personally."
"Good, good, good!"
Qian Congren nodded heavily, his eyes drifting to Madam Qin from time to time. Seeing that she did not refuse, he could not help but laugh.
Madam Qin's original sad mood was dispelled a lot, and she couldn't help but glare at him when he laughed.
These two people's intentions were very clear, and Yue Jiaojiao was already prepared to wait for the Lin family's master to receive the news of her death from Congren and leave before she would properly seek Madam Qin's opinion.
