I’ll Play This Game with You

Yan Qingsi asked, "Helping others expecting some form of return, right?"

Yue Tingfeng pinched Yan Qingsi's face. "Clever. Most people in this world wouldn't get up early for nothing. Why would he help Ye Lingzhi without getting something out of it? I know what you're thinking. Find his chain of profit and destroy it. I'll take care of this, you don't have to think about it."

Yan Qingsi wanted to speak but Yue Tingfeng stopped her lips.

"Sleep, don't think anymore."

The next morning, the weather was bad. It was gloomy and drizzling.

Yue Tingfeng held an umbrella and got out of the car with Yan Qingsi. Aside from the Ye family, almost no one attended Yan Songnan's funeral. Oh, Yan Ruke was present too.

Yan Qingsi wore a colorful floral patterned skirt. The flowers were bright and eye-catching, the colors and patterns vulgar, but when it was worn by Yan Qingsi, it was dazzling.