Han Yanran hurriedly nodded and promised, "Okay, Brother, don't worry! I definitely won't touch these things."
But after Han Xing drove for a while, Han Yanran realized that her brother was driving in the wrong direction.
"Brother, this isn't the way to the apartment."
"It's okay. You'll know in a while."
Soon, the car arrived at the ancestral home. Han Yanran looked at the newly cleaned ancestral home in disbelief. She exclaimed, "Brother, this-this is!"
Han Xing smiled and nodded, "Get out of the car and take a look. I've already redeemed our ancestral home."
Han Yanran's bright eyes were filled with tears. She blinked hard and held back her tears. The price of the ancestral home was not cheap. She did not know how much her brother had spent. The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt. She wished she could share some of her brother's worries.
