One hand cupped the soft, boneless Zuo Yi and touched the storage bag with the other.
Before Yun Que took out the items, he asked towards Mu Gui, "Yi Hongwen is your grandson, right?"
"Of course!" Makgui glared and droned.
"You're in charge of all your grandson's business."
"Nonsense!" Mu Gui said disdainfully.
"Do you care about your grandson's marriage?"
"Pipe!"
"Do you care if your grandson is being bullied?"
"Pipe!"
"Do you care if your grandson kills someone and causes trouble?"
"Pipe!"
"Do you care about your grandson's debts?"
"Pipe!"
"Well then, here's Yihongwen's IOU, help pay it off."
Yun Que took out an IOU from his storage bag, which was imprinted with a bright red b****y handprint.
Mu Gui instantly calmed down, stared suspiciously at the IOUs and sneered, "Where
