Jiang Mingyue quickly finished reading and prepared to return to her own courtyard No. 42, but just as the thought crossed her mind, she found herself standing in courtyard No. 42 from No. 43.
No need to doubt it, compared to the weedy wasteland next door, this courtyard had long been organized neatly by her. But why was this the case? Did her spiritual power upgrade again? Impossible.
Jiang Mingyue had a thought, took down the basket, opened it, and pulled out the oiled paper package stuffed by her cousin. However it was tied like a zongzi, it was no match for her violent unboxing. What met her eyes were two bundles of large bills, ten thousand per bundle, with the bank seals still intact.
Tsk! Another twenty thousand, but there were also a few other items underneath.
