Song Yi hurriedly chased after him: "Just now you said you were going out, where are you going?"

As they walked, Fang Zongtang said, "Look at the prices, walk around, and see what has changed in the ten years since I left."

The two walked to the restaurant, and outside there were six men, busying around with notebooks, estimating prices.

From large pieces of furniture to small soap boxes, nothing was spared, which made her mouth twitch.

"It's like putting a seal on your door!" She had seen courts seal up property before, and it was not much different from this, except there was no seal on the things.

Song Yi looked calm, as if he was used to this kind of scene: "They are busy with their own things, and we eat our own food."

She subconsciously reached out to take the buns on the plate, and Song Yi just handed the chopsticks to her.

Fang Zongtao raised her eyebrows and looked at her right hand. Although she had never been to school properly, her great-grandfather still taught her everything she should learn.

She would never reach out to take the buns where there were chopsticks.

What does this mean?

This means that during the ten years she was missing, she lived a very hard life and didn't even have chopsticks to use.

"Little Pomegranate, I must have suffered a lot in those ten years." The calluses on the palms also verified this.

Song Yi's eyes flashed with emotion and he stuffed the chopsticks into her hand.

"Eat, it's all over, you'll never leave again."

Just as she was about to speak, an appraiser came over.

"Mr. Song, can we enter that room?" the appraiser said, pointing to the room where Fang Zongtang lived.

The latter immediately got angry and told him not to put a sticker on her things. Just as she was about to speak, Song Yi got there first.

"That room is not used."

Appraiser: “Okay.”

Song Yi smiled at the man who looked like he was facing a great enemy and said, "Don't worry, no one dares to covet your things."

Fang Zongtao became alert. She had a feeling that Song Yi was the kind of person who would sell her out with a smile.

Of course, if he dared to do that, don't blame her for retaliating tenfold with cruelty.

After eating two steamed buns with three fresh delicacies and a bowl of white porridge, she went into the house to take the money and other things that could be converted into cash.

There aren't many things, but they are scattered. There are brand name bags that need no use. Who would walk around like a fool carrying rags? It's obvious that he's a country bumpkin and people are trying to bargain him down.

She marked the door window and then opened the door.

"Little Pomegranate, I'm going to be out for a while. Aren't there people from the bank coming in a little while? You wait at home!"

Song Yi paused as he was about to leave and explained, "No need for me to wait, there are people watching over me at home."

Outside the door, the nannies stood in a row, the bodyguards stood in another row. She looked around, twitched her lips and said, "Aren't you busy?"

Song Yi: "Not busy these days."

She doesn't believe it!

"Okay, I need to buy some things later, and I just need someone to pay for it."

Song Yi hurriedly caught up with her and walked to her side.

Yesterday it was Cadillac, today it's Lincoln.

She glanced at the car logo and subconsciously estimated the value.

“Do you have a lot of cars?”

As Song Yi opened the car door, he said, "There are a lot. When I come back, I'll take you to the garage to have a look."

"Okay, I might as well learn how to drive." After she got in, Song Yi also got in.

"Little Pomegranate, can you tell me about the price changes in the past ten years?" Fang Zongtang said as he put his bag aside.

Song Yi told the driver the address of the department store and began to talk to Fang Zongtang.

From a bowl of wontons to gold, silver and jewelry, Song Yi knew exactly what she wanted to hear most.

In two days it will be her great grandfather's death anniversary. She hasn't been back for ten years and wants to make the celebration grand.