Whether it's hatred or love, Lin Nianhe doesn't care.
She only cares about little money.
If she could restore Zheng Lirong and the black market, she could sit and count money, lie down and count money, or kneel and count money... count it any way she wants.
However, it's clear that Zheng Lirong doesn't want to do business with her.
Lin Nianhe felt a bit frustrated and couldn't think of a good reason to persuade her.
After all, their family really took a big tumble here; how could they just jump back in with their eyes closed?
While Lin Nianhe was racking her brains thinking, laughter came from the front yard.
It sounded so joyous, as if while bending over to tie shoelaces, someone inadvertently found two banknotes; the main voice was Wang Shumei's, mixed with a slightly lower pitch that Lin Nianhe hadn't heard before.
