A will

"But... But he doesn't even know what I want? Does this mean that he loves me?"

Lin Yichun retorted. Thinking about how she had been living alone all these years and had not seen Lin Lei many times in a year, she felt even more wronged.

"Maybe he has his own difficulties! So you have to understand him. As the richest man in Jinghai City, perhaps he will have to face too many problems."

Loong Fei thought to himself that rich people might not be carefree. The richer they were, the more things they would think about and the more troubles they would have.

"Haha, in his opinion, is there anything in this world that can't be solved by money? Don't put in a good word for him. In my heart, he is no longer important."

Lin Yichun laughed at herself. Looking at the hard envelope on the table, she picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

"Little rabbit, what are you doing? At least take a look! This is something your father gave you."