Pocket Money

When Qi Haoran heard Mu Yangling call him that, he moved closer to her. "This is the first time I've heard you call me 'Brother'. Call me that again."

Fan Zijin snorted disdainfully.

Mu Yangling pushed Qi Haoran's head away and entered the residence.

The Qi Residence was majestic and imposing. Mu Yangling couldn't help but click her tongue when she saw the furnishings in the house. She took down a bronze Buddha statue from the treasury and sized it up as she asked, "These are all antiques, right? You're really rich."

"These are all left behind by the previous occupants." Qi Haoran said nonchalantly, "It's not like it's a golden Buddha statue. What's the use if it can't be exchanged for money? If you like it, take it away. There's a lot more in the storeroom."