Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

The two exchanged glances, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Qin Shu, you said it was your grandma's will, show it to me, isn't it a lie?" Zhou Siqin challenged.

Qin Shu saw that her complexion was not good, with a calculating look on her face.

She knew Zhou Siqin too well.

"What? You don't want to destroy the will, do you?" Qin Shu immediately became vigilant.

Zhong Zhiyuan showed a hint of cruelty, "That's right, without this will, the house is mine."

After speaking, he rushed towards Qin Shu.

Zhou Siqin also stepped forward to help, and shouted: "Son, help snatch the will from her hand!"

The couple quickly rushed to Qin Shu, ready to start a fight.

"Try to touch her!"

There was a warning sound at the door, and Zhong Yuang's voice calling for help, "Dad, Mom..."

Zhong Zhiyuan and Zhou Siqin turned their heads at the same time, only to see a tall young man walking in, twisting the hand of their precious son Zhong Yuang.

Zhong Yuang's face wrinkled in pain.

"Who are you?" Zhong Zhiyuan stared at the young man's strange face.

"I'm her friend, what do you want to do?" Zhang Yifei said, exerting more force on his hands.

"Ah..." Zhong Yuang's cry became even more miserable.

Zhou Siqin felt distressed first, and ran over and said, "Don't, don't, let my son go, we didn't do anything, we didn't do anything..."

Zhang Yifei looked at Zhong Zhiyuan who was standing beside Qin Shu again, he clearly saw him stretching out his hand just now.

Zhong Zhiyuan cursed bad luck in his heart, glared at Qin Shu, and said, "You filial granddaughter, please bury your grandma here!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back.

Zhang Yifei let go of Zhong Yuang, Zhou Siqin quickly pulled him and followed him out.

The three of them left, leaving all the burial to Qin Shu.

"They just want to come back and sell this house, not to bury grandma at all." Qin Shu said indifferently.

Looking at the disappointment in her eyes, Zhang Yifei felt an inexplicable touch in his heart, but a nonchalant smile appeared on his face, and said, "It's okay, and I'm still here. I'll help you bury grandma together."

Qin Shu put the matter of Zhong Zhiyuan and the others behind him, and smiled at Zhang Yifei, "Thank you."

"My friend, why are you being polite?"

After a while, Wen Li also came over.

The three of them buried Grandma Qin Shu together, burned incense separately, and knelt down to worship.

The sun is setting.

The golden setting sun dyed half of the clouds red, and three figures stood in front of the stele, watching the incense sticks curling up into the sky.

"It's almost time, we should go back, otherwise it will be too late." Zhang Yifei said.

Qin Shu nodded, and returned with them along the way they came.

Thinking of what grandma had said, Qin Shu went back to the old house first, and found a box under the bed in the bedroom.

It contains the token of her life experience.