His friend sat down with him for a drink, "Isn't she your lover? You look at her differently."
Of course, differently.
"She's an enemy."
A passing car suddenly honked its horn.
Too close for comfort, Wen Changling adjusted the hearing aid in his left ear, uncomfortable with the noise.
"You seem to like Lileitu a lot."
Xie Shang looked at her, "My uncle's ashes were scattered over Mingmang Snow Mountain."
That's why Xie Shang went to Lileitu every year.
At that moment, three cars drove into the alley one after another and parked near the pawnshop. Even Wen Changling, who didn't pay much attention to cars, recognized the emblem on the cars, and he had seen the person who got out of the front car on television.
Last week, a major event took place. The Ship King of Crane Port suddenly fell ill, and his four sons took their inheritance dispute to court. The man who had come to see Boss Xie was the eldest son of the Ship King, Rong Jingtu.
