"Just put it on the shelf on the first floor of the spatial library. It'll be easy to find later," Fang Qiao said.
"OK."
As soon as he finished speaking, the agreement disappeared from Cheng Baidong's hand and reappeared on a shelf on the first floor of the spatial library.
Meanwhile, Jiang Moli fled Fang Qiao's house in a panic.
With red eyes, she ran all the way home. When she reached her doorstep, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at her aunt's house next door.
My aunt's door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, you could see the cabbages growing in the yard.
Jiang Moli pursed her lips tightly, then suddenly turned and walked towards her third aunt's house, pushing open the door and going inside.
"Third Aunt? Third Aunt, are you home?"
Auntie San had just returned home and was talking to her two children when she heard Jiang Moli's voice. Startled, she quickly put away the agreement in her hand and hid it in a drawer.
"At home," she called out.
She came out of the main room: "It's Jasmine, what brings you here?"
"I've come to congratulate you," Jiang Moli said with a smile. "I heard about the house from my sister-in-law's house. Third Aunt, congratulations! With a house, Xiaoqiang won't have to worry about finding a wife anymore. After all, that house is the only one in Chengzhuang Village, and every girl would want to live there."
Jiang Moli's words really struck a chord with Third Aunt.
"That's right. With this house, Xiaoqiang won't have to worry about finding a wife."
Auntie was genuinely happy today. She got along very well with Jiang Moli and felt that Moli was gentle and kind, unlike the vicious and cruel family of Cheng Laoda.
Pairing her with Cheng Yajun is like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.
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