Chapter 10： Usury, debt collection (1/2)

”Xiao Jian, who did you call to just now? Why did you hang up as soon as you got through?” Yun Yi paid the shop owner's phone bill and walked out of the shop with Yun Jian. Asked it out.

I came back this time and found that my sister's personality has changed a lot.

In the past, Yunjian had troubles. Even a little bit of chores would tell me.

Now Yunjian is like a completely stranger.

As if all these things were just reality in her eyes.

”Brother, I will tell you later, don't ask now.” Yun Jian said without further explanation.

She knew that the paper bag could not catch the fire. This matter would be discovered one day or another, but she didn't know how to tell Yun Yi.

Did you tell him now that your sister is dead, and now your sister's body is occupied by a special agent called Chashen?

For some reason, she could not say.

”Okay.” As soon as Yun Yi heard Yun Jian concealed it, he didn't ask much. But how many hearts left a heart.

Go out from the shop, pick a gift at the gift shop, and go home.

Yun Yi said nothing along the way.

Yun Jian didn't say a word.

Twenty minutes later, the two returned home.

The original home had a small area, only one floor, and the second floor had not had time to cover it.

There is still an open space at the door.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

It can be seen that the conditions in the home are not rich, but the situation is particularly difficult.

The fact is the same, so the second floor of this home has not been covered for a long time, just because there is no extra money to cover it.

Yun Yi opened the door first and shouted loudly, ”Mom, we're home.”

Yun Jian followed Yun Yi into the house.

She traveled to the top of the world in her previous life. Although she faced death every day, she lived the highest quality of life.

Compared with the previous home, the original host's home is simple but full of warmth.

”Xiao Yi's note is back! Dinner is just done! Hurry and wash your hands and get ready to eat!” In the rudimentary kitchen, a woman in her forties holding a vegetable dish and meditating while walking.

This person is Yun Jian's mother, Qin Yirou.

Qin Yirou is in his forties, although he is not very old, but because of overwork, he looks a bit old.

Yun Jian looked at Qin Yirou without moving.

Mother, motherly love, the word she had thought of in her previous life but never realized.