Unexpectedly, Liu Weiye also came, and after offering his congratulations, he took a phone call and hurried away. Standing next to him, Qinghe watched his swiftly retreating figure, smiling with a profound meaning, guessing that it must have been Liu Cong on the phone earlier.
As for the piece of land in Qiaobei, outsiders had always thought it ended up in Liu Weiye's hands, given the rumors that had circulated before, and the fact that he'd been running around greasing palms. Now, with all this commotion, quite a few people came by to see what exactly Liu Weiye was trying to pull off.
Qinghe had already told them, there was no need to stop anyone who came by; the tighter something is hidden, the more it piques curiosity. If they wanted to look, let them look all they want — after all, they wouldn't discern anything.
When Qinghe returned home and stepped inside, a fresh fragrance greeted her. She looked around in surprise.
