With Yang Dalang's testimony to help, the Yang Family's issue could be resolved very simply, unlikely to alarm Father. He never wanted his father to think of him as a troublesome person.
"How about it?" He stacked the silver notes one pile after another on the wooden table in front of the house.
Underneath the table, fresh red blood gradually flowed over.
Yang Dalang stared at the silver notes.
Qi Yutai felt contempt in his heart, these despicable commoners, perhaps had never seen such wealth in their entire lives.
In a moment, the man reached out and silently picked up the silver notes.
Qi Yutai smiled.
He knew it.
This was simply an irresistible temptation.
He looked at the intelligent man in front of him with satisfaction, his previous concerns about the couple in the house and their foolish son vanished in an instant, as if he had won a victory, or proven himself.
