"..." Who is talking to him about a deal?

She was worried that her Linger would be **** off by this elm head!

But for the sake of his sincerity, she would show him a clear path.

Xia Changyue thought for a while, stood on tiptoe, muttered a few words in Yi Haiyin's ear, made sure he understood, then patted him on the shoulder and turned away.

After leaving the hotel, after a glance at the time, he stopped a car and went to Yang's house-

"Miss, this is your favorite glutinous rice dumplings. Try it and see how it tastes." The butler sent a plate of dim sum to Yang Muya's room and was taken aback when she saw her packing her luggage.

"The time for the sacrifice hasn't arrived yet, why is the eldest lady packing up so quickly?"

"There is a constant flow of people visiting recently, don't you feel annoying?" Yang Muya looked up at the housekeeper when he heard the words, and his eyes fell on the glutinous rice cake in his hand.

Turned from the closet, walked forward, took the snack, and put it on the next table.

"Uncle Ming, you are getting older. Usually, looking at this house is tired enough. You don't need to do this specially. I will move to a hotel for a few days. If those people know I'm not at home, they won't bother you.

"Miss..." When the housekeeper heard Yang Muya was about to move out, his expression changed slightly.

"Miss, are there too many people who have come recently, always mentioning things back then, making you feel uncomfortable? If so, I..."

"Uncle Ming!" Yang Muya sank suddenly, her face becoming ugly.

"Miss, there was something wrong with what the master did back then, but this is your home after all. If you don't live at home, you live in a hotel, so how can I rest assured."

"I'm not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself, but you, when you are older, you don't need to do everything yourself. Find a few people to help. The Yang family can afford to pay."

Yang Muya said, picked up the glutinous rice cake made by the housekeeper, and took a bite.

The familiar taste melted between the lips and teeth.

A snack of a very young girl, she liked it very much when she was young, but after more than 20 years, she didn't like it anymore.

Time can change many things, but that person alone, she has not let go.

And the children she didn't even have time to take a look...

Yang Mu Masako's pupil tightened slightly, and even the snacks in his mouth became difficult to swallow.

"Miss, I didn't have time to send someone to inquire about the girl, she came again, waiting at the back door, and insisted to see you." The butler said in a hurry, thinking of another reason for his coming up.

"You are the girl who fainted at the back door, here again?" Yang Muya put down the dim sum in her hand and raised her head in astonishment.

It's been a long time before it actually came again.

She is really an unexpectedly stubborn girl.

"Go and ask her, who is she to intercede for." Yang Muya thought for a while and said lightly.

"Yes." The butler leaned over and walked outside the door.

It didn't take long before he came back.

"She said she didn't come for others, but for herself." The butler walked to Yang Muya and repeated Xia Changyue's words.

"..." Yang Muya was startled and raised her head. "She only said this?"

"Yes, do you want to see Missy?"

"No." Yang Muya's eyes flashed.

"Then I told her not to wait." The butler stepped forward and walked out the door.

When he first walked to the door, Yang Muya suddenly said, "Uncle Ming, when that person left that year, did you really know where he was?"