"In the future, I'll keep an eye on where this money goes. You can't use Xiao Yan's money to get yourself a wife and have sons, or to buy a house for your son, or anything like that."
Wang Dageng, his teeth grinding in anger, snapped, "I won't squander it. I'll take good care of Xiao Yan's money. You can be absolutely sure of that."
"Oh, then I'm relieved. Since this matter is settled, I'll be on my way." Yuan Chun didn't want to linger there any longer.
Her son was still at Aunt Zhang's house.
She wondered if her son would cry when he didn't see his mom at night.
After all, he was just a two-and-a-half-year-old little one.
Yuan Chun had bought a train ticket for 8 PM. Seeing that there were still more than four hours until the departure, Yuan Chun bought a large bundle of spirit money to burn for her sister at her grave.
By the time Yuan Chun arrived in Beijing, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
