"What do you take me for?" Le Feng said with a displeased face, "Do you think I'd leave you behind and go off to live the good life myself?"
Su Qi was silent.
It wasn't impossible.
"Forget it, I'll go and pull in some ads for you, so you won't run out of money in a few days," Le Feng sighed, stood up, gave Su Qi a couple of words of advice, and left in a hurry.
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Elsewhere.
After dealing with Qin Manxiang's issue, Shen Yanhe returned home.
As soon as she entered the villa, she saw Fu Yanhe, wearing home clothes, standing at the door.
He was very close to her, looking down at her, "You're back?"
Shen Yanhe looked up at him, hummed affirmatively, took two steps forward, and laid her head against his sturdy chest, her hands lazily wrapping around his waist.
Fu Yanhe looked down at the fluffy head in front of him, feeling as if a feather had gently brushed over his heart, incredibly soft.
He lifted his hand to stroke her dark hair and asked her patiently, "What's wrong?"
