Xie Mangshan walked out of Fortune Pavilion in a daze. His tired eyes were filled with determination.
He could not die. He had not lived long enough. He absolutely could not die!
When he returned home, his wife was waiting for him.
"Where have you been the past few days? The children and I have been worried to death. Also, my Mother has come to question you again today. They asked if you're done with the wedding invitation. The happy event should be held soon," Ms. Jia said unhappily.
The earlier she got her niece to marry Xie Pinggang, the earlier she would get the benefits!
She did not care about the betrothal gift anymore. In the future, when Huan'er married Xie Pinggang and gave birth to a child, she would be able to make up for it!
Ms. Jia could imagine herself counting the money. At that moment, there were sparks in her eyes.
