Ephemeral clouds and works

Chapter 179: Discord

    

my father's passing, rumors spread through the city that he had left a fortune for me. At only twelve years old, I was terrified. Having finished my father's funeral arrangements, I could only seek...se.The interviewer this time was a somewhat burly man, which immediately reminded Han Jing of Qiao Lao Er. Although the other party would most likely die in prison, the harm had been done and it could...