As for Leng Qinghui... he felt the saddest and most guilty because he died for Su Wan.

"You are my biological father!" Chaoyang pretended to kneel down.

"Dad!" Bian Zi immediately agreed.

"Get lost! I don't have sons as ugly as you two!"

Leng Qinghui immediately followed up: "Yangzi calls me grandpa..."

"Get lost, I only recognize my dad!"

After having fun, the few of them discussed various aspects before going home.

Leng Qinghui's home is across the street from Su Haoran's home, on the top floor of a high-rise building with more than 30 floors.

The top floor is fine and very safe, but once there is a power outage or water shortage, going up and down the stairs, and finding the toilet become problems.

On the other side, Chaoyang was downstairs, staring at the lighted house in his own house for a full half hour before going upstairs.

Hearing the sound of the door, Ding Yue ran over and took his bag. "Hubby, how was your conversation with Ranzi and the others? Don't believe them. It's impossible in the end times! I think they're short of funds and want to trick you into investing in the grain factory. Otherwise... just follow my advice and withdraw your funds and invest in my brother. He has many ways to make money."

"Ahem, Yueyue, I want to say something to you!" Chaoyang sat on the sofa first.

"Okay, husband, wait for me for a moment!" Ding Yue went to make him a cup of tea: "Drink some water first. When you finish speaking, I will tell you about investing with my brother."

Chaoyang frowned slightly.

He knew what kind of person her brother was. He was just a little gangster who was always causing trouble.

“I have no money!”